streaking clear liquid on the screen,
made me realise that it was raining.
if only this machine was as waterpoof or waterloose as i am
i could keep sitting outside
but, so, i shelter on the floor of a glass mezzanine
to access this portal to you,
whoever you, are.
and a security man feining duties as glass cleaner comes to check on me.
and im listening to dirty dirty jazz from white earphones.