i am in rooms, or not

are what words amount

to, define and deline

inbox and outside.

modern mice revise

the city/country debate,

but rants against suburbia

betray the meandering

words that are as futile

as those cubic realities

they call homes or not,

lots and brain cells

filled with bits, bits of

colors, smells, sleep/awake

with addresses on the fronts.

whether or not you turn the

light on, and remember

makes them realer than

words that are as futile

as potpourri in screaming nostrils,

reminding me, i am in rooms

or not.