Cityscapes

birds fly out of a deep crack in the asphalt I whistle to the leaves that move in the wind I touch my headphones I sit in the train I hear metal on metal echoey parts of life those days that just painlessly torture what has this life become what am I doing with this pocket change I get the message I read a news story about someone I grew up with stealing fourteen purses then ditching them next to the supermarket that train is not in service it is sitting on the tracks abandoned in this silent tunnel where the drills carved out so slowly

eye contact eye contact and despair I touch the pole with my fingers I have visions of your face

what is hiding down here gimme the flashlight gimme the engine gimme the radioactive ambition damn our half life I dip a toe in the water I touch you I touch your hips with my hips I don’t dream but when I wake up I know you have been with me telling me it’s fine all night damn the polka dots damn the plaidass this is a universe where wheels spin

ping pong paddle in a drawer behind in the count there’s centerfolds shooting automatics the middle age riding the merry go round remembering dead children the neon green paint splashes out of the bucket I run out the train I chase my dreams motherfucker I crash my shoulder into the wall

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