Beacon Hill Road
Beacon Hill Road
Beacon Hill Road
begin
begin
begin
begin
begin
begin
begin
begging
Today is the first day she begins longing for the end. This isn’t happiness. A set of four dining chairs. Drawings of foxes and bleeding children.
It will probably never happen again.
again
again
again
again
again
again
again
Midway West
Midway West
The suicide of the saint.
Afraid to ask.
For a name, a place to stay.
Her heart tied
to the tracks
of a shrieking
train.
Midway West
Today is the first day she begins longing for the end. This isn’t happiness. A set of four dining chairs. Drawings of foxes and bleeding children. It will probably never happen again.
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p
begin again
begin again
by a blank stared
mass of commuters.
On the platform
she must find
her way
through the suffocating
maelstrom
of unyielding
bodies.
The subway car inhabited
by a blank stared mass of commuters. On the platform she must find her way through the suffocating maelstrom of unyielding bodies.
The subway car inhabited
S u i
The suicide of the saint. Afraid to ask. For a name, a place to stay. Her heart tied to the tracks of a shrieking train. Fragmentary figurations. Lamenting the loss of another. The feeling weirdly familiar. A memory. A fever dream.
c i d e
Black's Link
Black's Link
Black's Link
The subway car inhabited
The subway car inhabited
Anonymous heaps of flesh and bone trapped in pre-determined patterns. Like blood pumped through the body. Spread throughout the intricacies of the inner city. A dark hole of compliance and complacency.
the city
the people
the sorrow
the ghosts
the love
Arran Street
Arran Street
Arran Street
What if she thinks so but doesn't say so.
As she sits on a bench overlooking the ocean.
A million miles from that cold metal table and the mob of spectators.
stillness
descends
As stillness descends.
The sound of her own breathing.
That there was one. But it was.
Pike Street
Pike Street
Pike Street
Of mourners and murderers.
Of lovers and
innocent bystanders.
Of mourners and murderers.
Of lovers and innocent bystanders.
Fragmentary figurations.
Lamenting the loss of another.
The feeling weirdly familiar.
A memory. A fever dream.