Alive in a train

It poured in bunches, quickening
Acacias that needed no quickening
Once in the train I cogitate on
Fevered awareness in my skin-pores
Heightened and hysterical
A youth makes small-talk over chicken-rice
Aliveness eats aliveness, recently dead,
I withdraw in pretended disinterest
And submit to forced sedation
Let eyelids fall smooth and unaware
Followed by forced ceasing of being
Like that piece of once-aliveness
Unkicking in an alive stomach
A griping baby howls awareness
Then thick curtains fall over the train berth
Today and I have both ceased.

Comments:
 
SapphireCat   SapphireCat wrote
on 2/10/2009 10:31:12 AM
Wow, I'm going to be seriously disturbed the next time I eat chicken rice. 'that piece of once-aliveness, unkicking in an alive stomach' what a dramatic line!

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