semi subterranean
daylight basement
psychosomatically
corner turning
solstice celebrating
seizure inducing
blinky light blinking
Good Will Hunting
soundtrack looping
w o r k i n g
within constraints
arbitrarily formulated
years ago
those who knew why
are gone
long gone
we do it this way
because that’s the way
it’s always been done
too complacent
to ask questions
or improve
on anything
so it goes
until
12 years go by
playing with house money
nondisclosure agreement
wash hands
with dish soap
wash dishes
with hand soap
are those the
only choices?
repeat
day in
day out
clockwork
muscle memory
all the way down
to the cracks
in the pavement
habitrails
routine
route
rote
rut
Brooks saddles are great (in Picasso knock-offs) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bull%27s_Head
dish soap all the way