face-off

the train pulling in
has a great
laser-beam eye
focused on me.

It wants me hypnotized.

But I’ve got me
a funny immunity
cobbled together

by failure,
city filth,
promises that
evaporated
before they were
even uttered.

I let it speed by,
leave the station,
look for an
all-night bodega.

What’s up next
needs to be
easier.

 

 

 

 

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