No guts
no guts
a hollow carriage
with nothing left but the word
to cling to
no strength
no strength
searching artificial supports
in adrenaline cups and
carbonated poisons
and secret herbal jazz cigarettes.
All this dismay
is so cliche’
but that will not
erase it away.
derailed freight train aka overturned big rig aka damian c. cohn's blog-like thing
Monday, November 2, 1998
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