send me dizzy up the stairs,
but i fall down. all
around me, they're tracing white
lines on table tops.
asking me, but i always,
almost always, say no.
and here i am laughing,
telling myself lies.
a little further away from
everyday, every day i live.
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scrape bottom down
this rutted road
made old by winter
and the big trucks
that just can't sit still.
two trains coming,
running down river
tracks ripe with coal
folding like bricks
around the bent hills.
pass the pipe and know
we will never know
what it was we felt before
our old souls knew
new shoes loose in the gravel.
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