Under glass

The air was thick with scented smoke
the talk was much to small. The words would fall
and crawl in corners, wind up eaten by the cat,
but still they spat and groped each other's fat.
Danced with rubber arms and granite feet.
The planet creeped. The ceiling flaked and floated in
the beer. We stayed clear. We stayed here, under glass.
And you I know you're trying though you haven't
got a clue. See them laughing in the showers.
Twist and grab a shouting Jew...
Did they ride you through the corridors, make you
climb the wall? Did you fall? Did she cry?
Did you look for other fools to fry? To fortify your
island under glass. I know how and where you work
it's written around your collar, sweat and dirt and
sloping shoulders. You keep tripping on your
hands, yellow hands, tired hands, pushing pens
and pushing sixty, waiting for the man to push
you off your shelf. Send you rollercoasting frozen to
your hole under glass.
And you may be tough and loud
you throw your weight around. But you're jelly
when the lights go out - you're hearing every sound.
The wailing chambers, whispering walls,
the bitching neighbours' spirits call, accuse
you with their fire eyes that freeze. You fry, you slip
their nails inside you. You try and try to hide
out under glass.