Great observations and wording. Really enjoyed this..
There is something in
the way we stretch
when a subway is empty
that may be the closest
we get to contentment
found in the in between of
then and now,
where we are and where we need to go,
and where too, we can go if we
got off here instead of there.
*
Ecstasy is
killing me,
and boredom
offers moment for
taxes, work, and the hope
that there will be death
in dignity,
or at least
a place to call my home,
a place to place my heart,
a place where I can crawl into,
sponged with drink,
and wail, squeeze, and masturbate
like an orangutan peeling
a banana that is already bruised.
*
The modern paradox is that
everyone seems so intent
on going home in the evening
only to be intent
to work again
in the morning.
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