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Move quickly
and tap each seat
to balance.
look straight ahead
and hope they are
asleep.
Kick or push doors
open to reach the
alcoholic vapors of
once happy people.
Then sit and try to
keep your eyes
straight as you inspect
every tree that
passes by.
Laugh because you’re
the badass teenager
from a cool school
and draw the attention
toward you. Then
swoon yourself into
your own poetry
and lip sync to words
already spoken.
The train skuttles
along the tracks
Ka-klack
Ka-klack
over a bridge
KA-KLACK
KA-KLACK
“Good afternoon,
Ladies and Gentlemen:
Our next station stop
is that of Jackson,
Mississippi.
Jackson, is our next smoke
Stop. Jackson.”
Bouncing off the little
yellow stool, I breathe
in toxic air as I clash
against the plastic black
criss-crossed fence that
stares at the oncoming
cars in the street. And in
the far off distance, like a
sanctuary, the capital’s
obese form greets the pass-
erbys, such as the Japanese
that I usually see now
who take photographs
in their foreign language
The world is so
small. I bet it’s decreased
it’s size and velocity since
my parent’s time. That’s
the only explanation.
Four more long hours till
Home.
- Title: Amtrak Blues
- Artist: vinyerd
- Description: I take the train home every weekend and this is how it goes...
- Date: 12/03/2008
- Tags: kisha
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- Summer Fallwinterspring - 02/10/2009
- Better than most, but what's the intent?
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