This was once a construction site.
Unpainted concrete walls, skeleton of
A building exposed.
Now most floors are inhabited;
Offices in use as if they'd always
Been this clean and complete.
Some sections are still unfinished, and
The few of us still working here are
Alien shadows in filthy workwear,
Ghosts from the slow birth of a
Fraction of the Oslo cityscape.
Rugged midwives
Not fitting in with the suits and
Dresses we sometimes pass in the
Corridors.
So strange, the scent of perfume and
Female products. No more diesel and
Dust here these days.
My colleague flips his cigarette **** on
The pavement outside the entrance,
Stealing a gaze at a passing skirt.
*I love the sound of
High heels in the
Morning.*
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
This was once a construction site.
Unpainted concrete walls, skeleton of
A building exposed.
Now most floors are inhabited;
Offices in use as if they'd always
Been this clean and complete.
Some sections are still unfinished, and
The few of us still working here are
Alien shadows in filthy workwear,
Ghosts from the slow birth of a
Fraction of the Oslo cityscape.
Rugged midwives
Not fitting in with the suits and
Dresses we sometimes pass in the
Corridors.
So strange, the scent of perfume and
Female products. No more diesel and
Dust here these days.
My colleague flips his cigarette **** on
The pavement outside the entrance,
Stealing a gaze at a passing skirt.
*I love the sound of
High heels in the
Morning.*
