one day on my lunch break
It was on the 1st floor on Townley Road
where I visited my friend
at our base
she was struggling when working on her pc
pc was so slow...
they named it RIO!
but it wasn’t even flowing
“I am not drunk right now, but I am
going to kick this pc out of the window-
like Bukowski did to his radio. Then I will sit down
and write a poem about it” she said.
I said
“this is not the masters’ radio once you kick it
-out of that little window you may be able to sit
on the roof but hey! who the hell will you be watching?
from Townley’s roof?
the road with no parking-lot/no parking space
you will only be staring at the mum’s pushing their buggies in and out of the entry/exit
you’ll be better of reporting it – cause it is driving you mad”.

I wonder what Monica will say!