T. M. D.
Our hearts are pumping for us
Need not control
As they are controlling us
But we mustn’t speak
Or expose us to the world
What may they think?
Hiding being denied
Having never cried
From the view outside
Chemically aligned
Such intense attraction
Avoidantly sibylline
Cosmically maligned
A most brutal retraction
Abhorrently resigned
...
Sunday 1st December 2019 2:41 am
U-Bahn
In winter
Cave dragons’ cold breaths
The sliding serpents’ squeal
With open mouths welcoming
Carriage cars cradle
Quiet commuters
Go gently gliding
Songs and stories surround
Bodies passing brusquely
Eyes revealing nothing seen
In one shell into another husk
Awash in this subroutine
A system of total trust
The riders’ code of honor
Amused or brought to tears
Beside peculiar hy...
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