Home beneath the amtrak
By poni
the flicking of many bicsthe comforting roar of the Amtrak trainlulls me into sleepeach nightfamiliar the breath that escapesbetween those ruby lipspursed around the stem of the pipe the rats are my petsi feed them crumbs from old hamburgersonly half gonethe meat rancid at timesjust needs a little more fireto purifyi am the molewho shrinks from the daylight raysmy face an ashen greyturned up to the pallid dayas i search for aluminum cansmarking my timebefore i escape to the underground Written September 29th, 2001 © on Sep 29 2001 03:50 PM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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"the flicking of many bicsthe comforting roar of the Amtrak trainlulls me into sleepeach nightfamiliar the breath that escapesbetween those ruby lipspursed around the stem of the pipe the rats are my petsi feed them crumbs from old hamburgersonly half gonethe meat rancid at timesjust needs a little more fireto purifyi am the molewho shrinks from the daylight raysmy face an ashen greyturned up to the pallid dayas i search for aluminum cansmarking my timebefore i escape to the underground..."