The cup on my desk was uninhabited while

standing alone next to a book

and the book looked frightening when looked at through the cup–     

though the exhausted cup was quite transparent

And I was tired,

late at night,

in my abandoned place

wrote some vacuous lines of verse

Feeling afraid of the book behind the stark cup in my workplace,

I left the desk but the cup and the book are still in that void space

Courtesy of Google pictures

From my second collection Out Inside (in press).  Austin Macauley Publishers