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The air was thick with scented smoke; the talk was much to small. Thewords would fall and crawl in corners, wind up eaten by the cat, butstill they spat and groped each other's fat. Danced with rubber armsand granite feet. The planet creeped. The ceiling flaked and floatedin the beer. We stayed clear. We stayed here, under glass.
And you I know you're trying though you haven't got a clue. See themlaughing in the showers. Twist and grab a shouting Jew... Did theyride you through the corridors, make you climb the wall? Did you fall?
Did she cry? Did you look for other fools to fry? To fortify yourisland under glass.I know how and where you work; it's written around your collar, sweatand dirt and sloping shoulders. You keep tripping on your hands,yellow hands, tired hands, pushing pens and pushing sixty, waiting forthe man to push you off your shelf. Send you rollercoasting frozen toyour hole under glass.
And you may be tough and loud; you throw your weight around. Butyou're jelly when the lights go out - you're hearing every sound. Thewailing chambers, whispering walls, the bitching neighbours' spiritscall, accuse you with their fire eyes that freeze. You fry, you sliptheir nails inside you. You try and try to hide out under glass.
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