they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007


the city sleeps -
empty roads,
dark windows,
but i —
i am awake.
to the hum of the train
and the clap of the wheels
as they run along their tracks.
and i can’t picture a more perfect sound.
its beauty is unmatched.
unafraid, it sounds into the black night
moaning as it goes
letting every blade of dewed grass
sense its presence.


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