Wednesday, July 06, 2005

 

and then there's scrawl

boxcars sigh and hiss
biding time until purpose takes them
while passenger trains wail and roar
their goals as clear as the empty night
I wonder which am I
anxious to be moving
heavy with my dreams
waiting for a signal

Comments:
i'm the metro that slips through the intestines of the city as the world basks in the sun
 
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