Monday, September 1, 2008
JUNK
This world is so full of junk
our veins can’t open enough
to absorb it
Waiting at the station
a freight train pulls through
bells laboriously clanging
open-ended bed after bed
filled with grey, shaled
rubbish, from some other dream
hollowed out, made weightless
trundling the past past
As we look on
glaze-eyed, late night
waiting for our next connection
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