vendredi 19 août 2011

Adandoned Yet Not at Sea

Too much of a knackered wreck
To once more get any self up and running
But still hale enough to drag that weary chunk down

Could do with the next oncoming, hopping in
Like a sleepwalker, snatched a jump seat almost instantly
Dozing off, subtly twitching homeward bound.

By chance, the unreal that underlies any mechanical system
Of carrying inert bodies from one defined location to another
Allows for all sorts of images where individuality asserts itself.

There seems to be no better place for it than such a subway train
Providing a berth for the determined, considering.
One may even wake up at the terminal station and have duly

[Subway 3]
August 18, 2011

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