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Sunday, July 29, 2012

Subway Poem #12

Moribound

brooklyn's known only by the dead
it's been said,
but I'm alive, I sweat
though suffocating
in a vertical mass grave.
premature burial, poe-like,
amongst the summer flesh pressed
so close
there is no room.
and the train rides on
toward my resurrection.

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