PLUMMET
Kevin P. Roddy
At the conference no one’d hired me
The old man I propositioned had refused
In stark confusion, I went up to our room
And tumbled out the window--
The old men wait in rooms
And we like shit along the sewers
Rub ourselves headlong down the halls
Pouring out into an earth that mindless
Accepts us. I found no meaning
In my own descent.
