Dark miles written, paraded,
a spectral electric dealer
An ominous amputation-
film at 11.
Hopelessly lounging in basements
as colossal boxcars journey their
live-wire joyrides on the peripheral of
what I can still detect.
They were arranged in the pale
light of a factory,
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Edited after today’s workshopping. I appreciate everyone’s comments. I enjoyed today’s Writer’s meeting immensely. It had been too long. I’ve missed the people, the Chicory’s coffee…I appreciate Charmi’s lash-wielding, Rachel’s persistence to attend despite illness, and Naoko’s extremely thoughtful and wholly unexpected gift. Some days you people make it worthwhile.