I knew all along
you were the rail spike,
I was the sleeper
and in my old life
I was deader
than dead anyway...
so I jumped.
Jumped from the platform--
of my mediocre existence
to risk the tracks
I didn't trip on to them,
carelessly, like
some might think
no
I flashed my stoplight
green eyes in consent,
gave the 3rd rail a nod,
perched myself right
over the vibrating steel
and waited
I knew without knowing
what I was doing
its primordial
older than the cave itself
this instinct to follow
certain men anywhere.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
I knew all along
you were the rail spike,
I was the sleeper
and in my old life
I was deader
than dead anyway...
so I jumped.
Jumped from the platform--
of my mediocre existence
to risk the tracks
I didn't trip on to them,
carelessly, like
some might think
no
I flashed my stoplight
green eyes in consent,
gave the 3rd rail a nod,
perched myself right
over the vibrating steel
and waited
I knew without knowing
what I was doing
its primordial
older than the cave itself
this instinct to follow
certain men anywhere.
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