the highway is a metallic millipede
with thousands of cars for legs
stop still slow still stop still slow still stop
sinuous movement
the other appendages and I
we're in this together
moving downtown
only to reverse course and
crawl home after dark
I know why Enri writes on the train
Thid is lovely. Well done
ReplyDeleteIt is a temple inside of a prison :) I just happened to read this one today. That first image is potent. A great poem about the monotonous "crawl" that so many of us experience. That moment when you are really looking at it all as one big beast is similar to Burroughs describing the concept of "naked lunch." Thanks for including me in your thoughts and poetry.
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