across the deserted continent

	screen savers and

	red and green indicators

	next to the dead CRT monitors

	puncture the black air



	the night guards nap

	on the coaches

	in the corners

	where the darkness coagulates



	other guards sleep

	in the full view

	from the abandoned

	parking lots

	the fluorescent light bright

	on their affected by skin cancer faces



	they snore

	and I don't hear

	my own steps



	the eternal football game

	on the guard's cigaret smoked tv

	is interrupted only

	by commercials



	in the lunch room

	i spread my palms and forearms flat

	on the shining metallic plates

	of the coffee machine

	the double hot chocolate

	double charges me

	for the next six

	at my clickboard

	hours

	

	









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       1995-11-03