Yes, You Have Permission

Down the hallways,
down the hallways,
the dinge-y hallways,
is this mold?
are we going to catch something?

a woman's voice-- "Yes, you have my permission, you dirty man, yes,"
she says --
most of the voices in here,
we only hear in fragments,
that's jus the way tis, in here, but this woman --

"You can have her, I give her to you, you can have her tight young snatch, you dirty, filthy man."

a man's voice, older--
a whisper from across the hall,
from behind bars,
"don't worry, you're only glimpsing the future, my dear,
hang on the this may be the future of sex, a kind of naked lunch my dear,
other things may be more important my dear,
and people may not often
concentrate
on sex, nor devote much time to it
exclusively
as in the past when it was always the be-all and whatshit
-- yet, it could remain a very pleasant byplay my dear,
oh yes yes indeed, a byplay, that's a great play there
this byplay, yes my dear, I assume you're following
it will develop undertones, overtones, sidetones, harmonics,
ramifications and extensions, intensifications and innovations
we could scarcely imagine
and in the far reaches of time and space well my dear
who's to say --
you keep walking down this hall
you'll find a man
believes dying is a lot like going to New York
says he was the first to realize that
but then that he saw Brendan Fraser
say it on an episode of Scrubs, but don't mention that show,
my dear my dear my dear
that son of bitch won't stop talking about kickstarter
and that big nose kid on scrubs with delusions of grandeur
my dear my dear -- oh and the kid himself
the one with the big nose from scrubs -- he's up on the fifth floor--
can you sing the hallway song again?"

Hallways, hallways. I guess I'm delivering mail
to these insane-os.

It feels like a dream though. I can barely see a thing.