Non-Erotic Poetryoff trackright now I am riding a train
that appears to have
no direction
(impossible)
since straight
lines of steel set
this experience into motion
the fluorescent lights
are hazy beams,
pixilated arrows
of light aligned
with the poles of the
luggage racks and
the muddy center aisle,
and out the window is
black and
I can’t see
where I’m going,
since I’m so far
off track.
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