A broken poet

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Pretty train I met a girl on

Do you.. Think I'm strange, or weird
for standing on the train, writing in my notebook?
When I look over my pages to you...
then down again

Do you think I'm drawing a picture of you?
Or do you think I'm a snob?
Enduring the train, from point A to point B.
When everyone is yelling and talking
and balking in-train banter
And I'm deaf to the outside with my earphones on.

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