Take it Quickly

I'm sitting in the realty office
under the lights
those incessant
flourescent
lights
Wondering how anyone can think
in such a glare
Conversations from four desks
in three languages
crossing like shots down the line
in a doubles match

Phrases drop from the brilliance
lob-shots, somewhere up there
three plus one
Chadov
won't last
won't wait---no fridge
twelve thousand
no, wait, it's already gone
I sag and try to think
where Chadov is
but it's the lights I feel

Not wanting to look at flats
desperately not wanting
to look at flats
Wanting to have a flat
desperately wanting
to have a flat
Quiet, with birds softly chirping
near the tram line
and maybe a terrace
that I can afford
with my writing going well