Camelot

Camelot

Saturday, February 6, 2016

1 AM Run

Fluorescent light
My reassurance
Shines down on me
Through leaves
Disgracefully
Flirting
With the bats
That flit
Above my head

I'm fascinated
By what I can't see

I've missed the bus
I wait to catch
The 1 am run
To the badlands
While
A love song plays
In the background

That's all they ever
Play here

Exhausted
And aching
I fantasize of
My cold bed
Instead yellow
Plastic chairs
Cut into my ribs
My bony wrist
Pretending
To be a pillow

I hear my blood
Pumping loudly in my ears

I'm surrounded
By curiosity
I can see
The question marks
In bright neon
Blinking on and off
On their foreheads

Watching me
As I
Watch them

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