1. NO WHEELS SPIN LIKE IN MOVIES
my
inner
monologue
is
a
derailed
train
it crashed way back
there
was shit on the track
and
the signals pointed everywhere
i
think
as
deep
as
it
lets
me
but i only hear ghosts
and
commuter echoes
2. THE CLEVER METAPHORS STAY INDOORS
some days / some weeks
the
words
are
turds
and
dont let me play
and
all
yesterdays smells
from
yesterdays streets
still
pang and pull my salty heart
but
in
a
wordless
sensation
like
walls are built in the way
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