Reflections on the Floor in the Hallway of the Endicott Building

The fake stone floor reflects
dancing spider leg shadows       
and pools of blue and green television light.

An elevator full of skeletons grins
            through doors as smooth as
            the shadow of my hand.

The monsters of the id do flips
in the shadows while color wheels
            slowly spin.

I am eating a taco salad.

An old man with a shaved head is putting the
make on
            a vampire girl,
black in a swirl of reflected
television light.

— Norman J. Olson