Three weeks of this. I'm not sure if it feels longer or shorter. Today's mood is the ace of cups: may your life be overflowing with sweetness and may you know how beloved you are.
To the G Train Overlooking the Gowanus Canal
I still think of you when I'm lying awake at night and sleep has got lost on the way to my bed.
It's so dark here is Western Massachusetts but sometimes I pretend I can see the truck lights blazing through my window
Sometimes I pretend I can here the baritone of blaring horns instead of the soprano of peepers in the springtime.
Sweet G trains roll on through my dreams
And take the turns gently
Fold yourself around the twists and turns of my mind
And sink under my consciousness
Do you know what lurks in the subway tunnels of my mind?
What creeps though the soggy dark pathways and nibbles about the electric neurons dreaming
Of a city that held me in her wakeful rails?
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