Friday, October 09, 2009

10 Washington Place

Here are yellow curves,

orange cubes, a floor of suede

and dimmed reflections on the floor,

marbled. The stairs drop

like a Jacob's ladder. One wall

is shapely, the other bricked;

trios of lights harmonious,

seven suns, black-and-white and glorious.


Columns hold up the ceiling

like verbs, attached to phrases

at both ends. Speckles and

moving squares like adjectives,

decorative, and I can sit on these

nouns as if they were couches

and chairs. The walls glassed.

(Language, here, is glassed.)


A hushing building, the air filled

with invisible words, unyelled.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is this the linguistics building that you do your homework in?

Anonymous said...

ps. I REALLY like this one.

Maya said...

yeah it is although i'm not a big fan of my own representation of it