human part.

the clock rings at seven-fifty.
sitting with the dim light,
listening to beautifully articulated rhythms
spreading like a plague through the bone-colored room
drinking the yellow-looking energy stimulant,
the telephone rings, a body on both sides.
a disjunctive conversation instigates a flood of laughter
trapped between four walls.
he shakes and becomes stronger;
he becomes his own entity.
to some, he is known as larry.
he is quiet, but always on the lookout for a chuckle.
a secretive being, he comes alive with a “hoi”