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who are these people with their eyes closed comforted in the exhaustion of every day found in the yawning mouths of the subway who are these couples with bags off to other countries, who have packed essentials for moments that maybe i would include myself and yet who carry on without me who are these … Continue reading

the small, sloppy life of i

don’t they know them sitting there laughing and kissing and smiling against the sun slipping into the comic strip of the subway windows that i am the protagonist in this tale of i   don’t they know i am a poem smoking and drinking that does not break but is nonetheless free   don’t they … Continue reading

Stars that die for people that live

Eyes to the light at the end of the tunnel see no shade and are taken away from here anywhere but here right now at 8 in the morning during rush hour that is quite slow and dead when I am alive but not for long at this rate because the subway is a glowworm where … Continue reading