meh

19 September 2007 @ 9:36 pm

oh,
these hurrying thoughts
bursting inside of my head with cauterized limbs
this patronizing death chant—
clinging to the back of the charging, tired morning;

oh,
you with your toppled sense of belonging,
you with your thin wail of leaving,
of longing—

this loneliness is like a train’s howling sob.

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