Sunday, June 5, 2011

told ya I wasn't done

$10 dollars look, hey
it ain't the 1950s
when you didn't even live
just wish ya had--
and Megabus rollin
where the Greyhound ruled
toward yellow mornings (turn your head)
where the sun folds up the Potomac
to Largo, the Metro affluent
chugs slow clug clug clug over
bridge (little guard towers)
miles away,

we stare back at ourselves over bathroom sink,
every wrinkle, every scar,
cry for the humanity I can't forget,
closing our eyes--

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