there is an old man standing
at the pole on the train
he is cackling to himself and
tossing feet around
it's at times like this
that i wish i were invisible
playing dead to the world
living mountain
hillsides growing gingko and pine
my stones rubbed smooth
by the murky water
translucent with memories.
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
there is an old man standing
at the pole on the train
he is cackling to himself and
tossing feet around
it's at times like this
that i wish i were invisible
playing dead to the world
living mountain
hillsides growing gingko and pine
my stones rubbed smooth
by the murky water
translucent with memories.
quick idea i had
