as
the eleven o'clock
purple
line pulls
into
town
blows
a horn
or
a some sort of whistle
because
the sound
of
a train
isn't
loud enough
for
some people
need
the noise
nothing
concluded
and
the ringing
into
his ears
won't
soon go away
twenty-four
hours now
and
he will
pause
to load up
another
cigarette
a
day of rest tomorrow
some
sleeps at this hour
therefore
there is no reason
for
a taxi to be leaning on
the
horn out in front of the house
bad
enough the sirens
blare
down silent sleeping street
strobe
light wake up
the
neighborhood false alarm
nothing
concluded
nothing
more than
teenager
boredom
one
page from completion
it
seems
not
conclusion
nothing
concluded
almost
put down
the
pen anyway
don't
know how he would
explain
the blank page
so
he continues
until
he is blue
with
smoke of all kinds
bud
vase built into the dash
how
convenient still
nothing
concluded
entering
the home stretch
feeling
sleep
right
around the corner
turned
it down already
ready
to rest
nothing
concluded...
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