Philosophical

the little rusted ventilator squeels 
as it turns way too slow 
steadily one of the lights on the panel 
blinks a red light steadily 
the controlman is aware of it 
but pays little notice 
the panel beeps each time the red light 
blinks 
within the rythmic squeel of ventilator 
beep of panel 
and blink of light 
the stuffy little place finds its lulling 
orchestra 
at the interface 
the controlman turns the dials and sees 
a face 
the interaction takes place according to 
protocol 
he pushes a couple of buttons 
access is granted 
so he gets to hold her in a certain way 
the workman is a stoic 
he has seen this type of work before 
drama sometimes comes up 
onto his screen 
but he pays little attention 
paying too much makes him nervous 
and he does like being a stoic 
comfortable with his thin lips of confusion 
sitting in his warm socks.

Thin Lips of Confusion and The Stoic's Socks