Sunday, February 21, 2016

Sub six

Back on track
Be en awhile
Sinc I he trapped inside
Going for a ride
Face down 
 Silent ride

In the city 
Spring facade on a winter day
A taste of
A world away, 
Feet tread out at another stop
Realized a better life
Miles away.

All the sufferable pains of convenience 
Missing the chauffeured life
Mass transit 
Remembering names of stations, tied to memories that
With the closing doors

Stations that pass and I remain seated, awaiting a destination.
Stations that crumble a little more with every passing, more fragmented, yet strangely visceral dreams of skipping madly down underground corridors. 


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