too much too much the clock pounds windows gale pushed rattle click of pen
click of clock hum of air who said words were only symbols I hear them

any who write offend you an easy time you expose yourself waiting without
closing doors to let the space you occupy

hotels in boxes plastic capsules who said sleeping was a right who doesn't
care about flesh and turning coat to run from intimacy

who is the eyes who see what is happening to be in room and to hear is a
crime but time clicks clock moves intolerable slowness

what can be done about it perhaps buy a fallout shelter and fall out soon we
will all be in capsule hotels