The Afternoon Train

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2 22 24 the afternoon train

I was on the late afternoon train

with a drunk skinhead

who wrapped his tattooed baldness

in the chubby embrace of his puffy short arms

as he slept through the dull urbanity of the mainland

and I felt the shallow blandness of his culture

with a new level of melancholy

as if I were the spider

confined in his green ink web tattoo

never getting to taste the blood of a fly

or feel the hapless wiggle of a trapped grasshopper.

TIG
Author: TIG

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