Thursday, January 12, 2017


OK, then. I won't be what 
you want me to be because
I'm not what you think I am
really, see. Failures like me
are a dime a dozen, the 
scatter-brush paint guy
slopping color everywhere.
It's only a question of eyes and
time : I can be what I see, or be
what I want to be. Outside the
tunnel, right by the tracks, in
Rahway, there's a little hole
where the train comes through.
It's only going in one direction,
when the train takes the trunk-line
that leads it to Avenel. Funny stuff.
If you're on a different train, you
never see this at all.

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