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Saturday, April 22, 2006

this town



















i,
steel in the raw,
am
forged and welded in
placental trainyard
am
riveted to light
at the end of a tunnel
am
hurtling forward
at full steam
it seems
the only way into this town
is out
i,
quiet little engine that
could move on,
am idling
twenty-five years
am
at the station
that's been here
a hundred five more than i,
rusting locomotive,
am
built for more than
round town transit
am
yearning for
big city outs and ins it
seems the only way out of this town
is through

posted by Matt @ 12:20 AM  

3 Comments:

  • At 4/22/2006 1:23 AM, Blogger Matt said…

    i'm moving to austin, tx.

    if you center justify this poem...
    it looks like a train.

     

  • At 4/23/2006 2:16 AM, Blogger Q said…

    i pasted the words
    into microsoft word and
    i didn't see it.


    it doesnt seem like
    your one mandatory rule
    is well adhered to.


    wsrsbag:
    i can't find my bag
    i don't know where I left it
    redneck says, "wsrsbag?"

     

  • At 5/03/2006 6:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    just wanted you to know that i think you're pretty great. austin will love you. this little poem here that i should be commenting about is superb as well. i like the "am" parts.

     

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