Wednesday, December 11

The Familiar Scene

so if the train lines make too
hazed a blur,
stick some fog in them

The familiar scene is un
while ghost teeth
chatter past my window

Let them holler &
call out for
a witness, for dancing on
white as the praise is buzz
ed down with
speed and we all quietly
sleep, like sleep,
human beings.

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