The train station, she smirked a tear when
I opened the door. The wine and wax
were dried up and a puppy ate cheese cake from a curved mirror.
I stared at my feet, ignoring all the tongues she had tied
into the knots of her floor boards. She said
Some beasts can't roam together
In a park in Seattle I was jumped by 30 crackheads as old as my dad.
All lost eyes and bulging jaw muscles reminding me
of zombies five minutes later a cop made me spread my fingers
on the sidewalk. I was asking him for directions.
She said Its not the differences
its the similarities
This is the summer you might have seen me
running back from the first class showers
on any train west of North Carolina.
Arguing with the hats.
Listen I did this as much for
you as I did for me
In LA they found a bomb outside the hostel and made us sit
on a curb between little houses 15 blocks away while a robot
scooped it into a tank. Traffic was detoured from Venice
Blvd. We couldn’t be trusted, out in the morning heat
shirtless. Unharmed. Is there anything worth going back to?
I'd ask open windows, Or should I just keep moving?
If you were between Niagra Falls New Orleans and Vancouver
chances are you bought me a drink to keep
telling you stories, or let me wash dishes
for a meal. Either way you looked at me like you
were saving my life, so
I followed suit.
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