The channels

I find the cool channels

between buildings 

where the wind finds flow, 

This breeze block, asphalt, concrete complex,

Where the radiance of the sun

is battery farmed.

Where humidity is increased in one room,

And conditioned into ice-dry climate in another,

And i walk unseen among the scientists,

clustered in their honey burrows,

I'm dripping sweat on their sterile floors

Dragging plastic through their corridors 

wearing their lab coats

but the dark ring of perspiration

is around my colar

And I cannot be with them,

So

I seek the channels

between the buildings

where the monster casts its shadow

And sucks the cool air through