angst cycle (ii)
white the train
white
the train headlights
bright
high in the night
the track
ordains the route
the timetable
when the power
that’s me
travelling the safe
taking time to grasp
someone’s shaken the land down
the train is running a highway track
it’s become an antelope
frozen
i am frozen
departments
poems
media
angst cycle
sometimes a guy
just needs a beer
beer & poetry
white the train
i am the air
not ten
such fur to stroke
no
cliché
i am hit
it’s not an alien axe
i’ve seen denied
if i pounce these
so
tail up