How many staring at
behavior like mine
after midnight and under
in the cold winter
walkers
through the rough night stallions
corsairs of perpetuated distances
coins illustrated above
everlasting jackets injected by
dark colors and engines of dusk
particularly in the morning
against the window
at the seven train
towards the time in solitude
permeable vision of inner
consolation transformed while
inhalation of advance past
no longer simultaneous
brutally assaulted musses of the limbo
just peripherally talking
don't minded mind with never careless tones
of disagreement with the others
connected though
beautifully always
in between the lines
as if a train of brush tent girls pass by and push you forward the nothingness of the human kind
just a little
come on keep up looking
and enjoy.
by The Shortfellow
New York City
06/03/14
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