sitting pretty

put the water bottle to my templeout of the corner of my eye seethe golden dash inside plastik domeBEAT BEAT BEATpercussionthe piano is a BEAT more than a noteit weakens mesitting helpless-sitting bitterwomen cross their ankles butriseand fall upon a mantogether they use the helpless violenceof their sitting injuriesaginst his protocolaginst his white smilethick hairaginst his angerthat we deserve to reclaimaginst his attentionthat has wanedtogether we attak him withour brokenfistsour wrists.solid angular handsslipped golden ringsover our senseBEAT us senselessthe piano the percussionBEATin ceremonyin cadencewe rise and fallwith our sitting resentmentsept 19 2004