Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Better Rhetoric Part I of IV

Her name is mine and for ten years
I made a living of arriving when
I was scheduled to be somewhere

Every other time I show up
is because I choose to be here.

The dark trains scream by my patio.
The noise is silence to me but
last night it woke me up

I could feel the light it carried
Every single compartment was lit.

Tonight has bled into the morning
and I am listening to sounds
I have never heard

I dream of entering your dreams
that wake you up thinking of her

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