The plant you brought on the J train,
what kind?
what pleasure.
A little oxygen circulated into the mouths
of all the heavy sleepers.
Where are you going?
Where have you been?
What song is in your head?
Are you dreaming of dead hands
mauling your night time dreams?
I read a story today about history, time, direction, and everything else.
It felt like I had someone following me,
but every time I turned it was only a light bulb swinging in a shadow.
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