EverydayAngelKarie
Joined: 07 Mar 2007
Posts: 761
Location: Lakewood, CA
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paper money
you listen to the darkness in the station
& hear the humid afternoon hum
of suburbia, wasted.
their spirits are decaying
inside glorified cardboard
& symmetrical blueprints.
the bullet train fires.
the flag escapes the barrel.
the pedestrians step on the tracks.
a metal conductor
screeches electricity
& another train passes by.
you have the ticket in your hand
the pre-perforated edge still intact
& the explosion compels you to stray.
the dollar bill you spent was a waste
but you consider the fact that the coins
jingling in your pocket are worth more than paper.
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