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Poetry | Addiction | Mental Health

We Mainline On The Downtown Eastside

Cranking On The Subway Line

Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

Silver music surfs the beams where soft notes break on rafters crest.

The ritual of encores past an ask and answer called out clean.

He has a clear and urgent need to change his place by transference so slides through space by kicking out.

His soul recoils from flux of life impulsively he takes the drop that links the land to passages winding through the tunnels arc.

The veins beneath the concrete rails which have become the conduit to calm the clatter of his thoughts.

He can’t remain within this set instead he surfs the main line down is caught inside and follows stairs where caterpillar passage threads.

His audience has closed out now In time for early dawn patrol We’re cranking on the subway line.

I write to inspire and make connections. If you’re interested in more, sign up here.

Poetry
Self
Writing
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Mental Health
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