Chivalry with a Cane

Quiet and sobriety. Tiptap tiptap of typing. Dreadlocks in a deadlock with a deadline. Peering into other cubicles, dodging mines and putting black eights on red nines. Snooping.

Losing yourself in microfilm. Looking through past Enterprises for police logs. Lot lizards looming in Walmart parking lots. People in trying to be so quiet are noisy. Zipp of a laptop bag, clear of the throat. Someone sneezes and its too quiet to bless them even though you want to.

Legal speed made this decent, the descent twisting carpal bending flourish of creativity. Then depression. I miss her sometimes.

There are more spies here than their are books. Leering, old men holding doors, juggling tomes and dropping their walking sticks, while trying to doff their caps.