Tuesday, April 21, 2009

got laid off on Monday

catch the standupsit
down train while you bustle
up against/your headphones breathing
nonsense, secret nonsense and you
let it/how can contact lose
its meaning after two joints
and an hour/palindromes of
people we've touched but never met/and i
want to know what matters/will i
find the sun if i stretch
far enough, or are we ghosts holding
picket signs at some protest for
death/today i soak up all
the rain and shake my beggar's cup
for years until i
overflow with ashes of the past/what can
i do but wonder why we waste
our lives on trains/i sleep-walk
into passersby and yes, we've met before.

by Sarah Ruth Farnsworth

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Blogger (s)wordplay said...

ahhhh i've been posted somewhere! :]

5:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh wow.... great imagery.
i like this one very much

12:11 AM  

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