c r o s s
c o n n e c t
d r o p c e i l i n g
T O M D E V A N E Y
Light and dirty as air.
As soon as you walk into the room,
and can think freely, you think,
How fast can you get it down?
There are more ways to get in than out.
Lights are built into the mix.
A place to place your anger.
Head poked up in the dark, dusty,
sloppy wires; The dry water damage and
irregular wood-work, buckled.
Trashed as it is, you work towards
the ceiling holding the ceiling, crap all the way up.
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