i'm at an
inexplicable
irresistible
inaccessible
conflicting
uncoordinated
yet related
trains of thought
leaving at the same hour
on parallel directions
full speed,
eyes closed,
blood pumping,
hold my breath 'til
the sound of the work whistle
is released
my logic waits
at my next stop
and this train has no other driver
chug-a-chug-a-chug-a
shot of reality
to drown out daydreams
and swallow
this
train
won't
stop
The Writer as his own Space Station
18 years ago
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