Friday, March 2, 2012

Lackawanna is weird

it begins with
and ends in
the process
of creating something real

it is not blood
or sweat

            but rust mixed
            with cigarettes

enter through gate eight
leave a different date

Lackawanna is weird
            they say
no just go ahead
come out with it
we’re poor
not weird

what is money any way?
            we get by
each day

between the rail
and the train
            we live
each day

when we ride
bored                         aboard
silent                         short
nights                        no need
for many words
            look outside
            space and time
            side by side
            passing by

more than the now
more than the cold
more than the snow
                                                          comfort in the know

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