I haven’t written anything new in a little while, haven’t had the time to let the juices flow, but here’s a quick one I wrote a few years back when on my cross country odyssey.
Derelict railways scar the earth
like great stretch marks from the
birthing of capitalism
I’m laying in the middle of the tracks
waiting for my train to come in
But I know it’s never coming,
though I don’t know what’s keeping it.