Sunday, April 17, 2016

NaPoWriMo, Day Seventeen, Poem Twelve



Outbound

The train
does not
welcome

wisped you
to way out
haybaled.

Last one
last stop
reluctant.

If would
train could
head back halfway.

City hates you
governing bodies
anti-you

prays for
sterile streets
full time students

apartments
emptied out
every summer

top hats
onlooking
perfect flow

hard heart
sustained on
part time help

boot on gas
empty streets
moving forever.

No single visit
selfie stick
our stay more viral.

Pleay organism
take it away
from the dirge.

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