Its Sunday
Sun dazed today
as I made my way
behind salty slanted glass & cold steering wheel
into a cinder block storage unit i've leased
a year has passed, slipped
IDK, maybe lost or stolen
Hiding in the back of a 15' x 28'
a secret office I constructed, concocted
A fantasy fort for a grown man
away from the worrisome world
filled with mature career minded folk
Surrounded by odds and ends
liquidation sale items flood & pool
across 1000sq ft of shelving I built
18' floor to roof
Shelves uniquely spaced to accommodate
packages of various dimensions
Catwalk on the second level,
drawbridge permanently down
Occasionally I make my way
to the gate that separates me from the rest
Opening the door, slipping past
Handing them an object they desire
for reasons I do not know
We share a moment, eyes dance
back and forth
I retreat to my hidden fort
No one ever knows
What exists
Behind a rollup metal door
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC
Its Sunday
Sun dazed today
as I made my way
behind salty slanted glass & cold steering wheel
into a cinder block storage unit i've leased
a year has passed, slipped
IDK, maybe lost or stolen
Hiding in the back of a 15' x 28'
a secret office I constructed, concocted
A fantasy fort for a grown man
away from the worrisome world
filled with mature career minded folk
Surrounded by odds and ends
liquidation sale items flood & pool
across 1000sq ft of shelving I built
18' floor to roof
Shelves uniquely spaced to accommodate
packages of various dimensions
Catwalk on the second level,
drawbridge permanently down
Occasionally I make my way
to the gate that separates me from the rest
Opening the door, slipping past
Handing them an object they desire
for reasons I do not know
We share a moment, eyes dance
back and forth
I retreat to my hidden fort
No one ever knows
What exists
Behind a rollup metal door
Off the cuff again, one pass. Here in my little space, reflecting on where it is I am. How if feels.
