LIFT
BY H.E. MANTEL I JULY 5, 2009

Take the chance, only
1 time enter @ their risk,
the plungelator

stance the glance, on an
escalation in the smoke-
mirrored container

Believe you might push
some buttons for the stoic-
staid gluttins rising

to the plummetop.
Some swap 'n go, don'cha know?
(Whrrrrrr) Enter/Emerge

readied with a clenched-
fist/smile...today, the ladder...
Obversed, a face to

the crowd, stiles them a 
lift, as pained as a toddler's
haircut, someother 

pushing buttons, in 
the shaft (Whrrrrrr...), Rudi's here at
least to entresol

To call out the pinched,
stratagemsilence, glarenot...
glasnost, Sure starts to

de-aluminate, 
widgets fidget to smooothjaz,
yet none pipe-up from

downstares...  'cept Tony
(Flaco?) the Pizzaguy... guise
one-&-all & all-

for-none, 'speci'ly
compartmentaloged, don'cha
know?  Idly stairin'

carnivoraries
not into the gemeinschaft,
corridorians

But them what stop not
@ every floor or miss the                              
No Exit door &                                                 

never see? Sarte'ly.
Up/down into the cave'nous.   
Rudi's gone, the buzz 

lingers, on the tips 
of tapped-toes now in the cozed
repose, chute!...  (WhrrrrrrWhrrrrrr...)

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