elevators are dangerous
they’re to be avoided

conference rooms, even more so
scurry frantic, away on all fours
from under hard-wood desks:
too much space underneath them
lethal, seductive

shun enclosed, private spaces
where wives cannot see you
there’s something, there;
an unholy
hallelujah
ecstasy rhythm

a sinner’s motion

up, and down, up
and down.