This floor under my back <br />it touches me in few spots <br />a cushion it can be- as <br />i lie staring at the ceiling <br />relax the muscles is the order <br />but i twitch and listen to the <br />voices and streams inside- <br /> <br />are they fast, are they cool <br />are they warm- leg you shall obey! <br />feel the warmth flushing softly <br />leg, sink into the floor, now, now! <br />my orders circulate between <br />the control & info desk and <br />executive members - legs <br /> <br />somewhere in the itch and twitch <br />the orders got lost- supervisor <br />supervise the flow of orders! Now!<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orders-muddled-up/
