6 Train


I’m underground;
under town with
my head in my lap

slumped over laid,
incognito
undisturbed in my nap

I don’t mind
that my mind is fried, unstirred
and plopped over hard

fearful of none, while my
appearance stares you
down and boldly stands guard

hiding my high
with my brim
down low

riding around
in my darkness
with nowhere to go

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