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007. Red Line

by John Herzog

train station trembling
with wayfarers assembling

I see figures resembling people

a face
smeared in glass
peering past its reflection
to the clamor confining
convulsing within

fingers
just rattling rails
buried and bearing the weight
of how many pairs of eyes
staring in your direction
fingers
on fire like the wheels
within you spiraling off
incessantly tugging you
to some deserted platform
fingers
quivering like your breath
as you reach for something solid

something
anything

you got it


breathe


come back now



here

I'm here.


11/29/2017

Author's Note: CTA Red Line.

Posted on 11/29/2017
Copyright © 2018 John Herzog

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rob Littler on 12/05/17 at 04:32 AM

Hmmmmm...quite a catchy intercourse, the literate alliteration of the events unfolding. I was on that train. We were ALL staring at you. BOO!

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