From kind to queer: A few words on Leno Goldstein.
Killed the hours with, and made them sublime.
A backdoor out of purgatory for
Underworked temps who committed crimes
A hundred thousand self-important clerks
Have clicked themselves away before today
I sent their memories packing to the dark.
Of draining ambition on the ground floor.
I think it might have made them want to pray,
It nearly wakes me on the 54
That brings the self important clerk today
In search of something more pithy to say.
But in each long forgotten plastic tray
Lies evidence that calls me back to times
Of telex machines and things that they