Despair The Commuter

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 16:   Write a poem that uses the form of a list to defamiliarize the mundane.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Down to the tracks, rusty old bones

Each morning I ride them, with half open eyes

Sadly they bear me far  from home

Purring in happiness  the blue and green beast steals me away

All around the air is stale with heavy sighs

Iron and concrete unburied remains the air is stale are we all corpses?

Ride the monster twice a day, Despair the Commuter is my name.

Photo A.M Moscoso

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