Drop Ceilings And Day Planners

When you first walked into the office building

That would eventually kill you

Was it the drop ceilings that caught your eye

Or a stiff necked shirt or a prolonged sigh

An eighteenth floor window with a parallel view

To a somber black-tied man closed by

Or an adjacent window with reflections of

The crows and gulls that fly by

No don't be afraid / you won't remember a thing when you awake

When you first stepped into the small cubicle

That could potentially entomb you

Wasn't the calendar your first warning sign

Or the circles under your eyes

From an eighteenth floor window watched your life pass by

Like a sad song passing birds would sing

From adjacent windowsills always searching for

Your perfect fitting metaphor