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Thursday, March 24, 2011

Haunted On The B Train



Haunted On The B Train


somewhere on the train underneath chinatown

a smile travels too fast away from here

uptown bound until downtown frowns

come back, with the eyes that lighten up

come back, with the soft sound of the wind

inside every breath before and every word after

the tracks rattle rhythm to the circulatory pulse pounding away


what good are arms that forget what embrace felt like?

what good are legs that never tangle and weave like tapestry?

what good are soft memories of when we were near to being?


the train keeps its destinations intact never ever running out of track

somewhere on the train underneath chinatown

a ticket is missing a ride as a station never misses one less rider

feet bustling around all day below traffic hustling all night above

time stands still for the longest of all loves as they pass each other like

planets in distant solar systems never seeing each other in orbit

but feeling the pull of life's gravity in the middle axis of love

falling into the darkest part of your eyes as the tunnels go black

somewhere on the train underneath chinatown

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