Train Hopping Poetry
This vessel of emotion is like a sinking ship.
He tries to mend the wound, but the stitches are infinite.
To mask intense sorrow with a hedonistic lifestyle allows the depiction of...
Slowly I tiptoe
Shadows drown glistening steel
She creeps to a halt
I wait patiently
Grass joins the chorus of wind
Whirs fade to a hiss
I jump to my feet
She starts rolling inch by inch
Rocks slip under foot
Train Hopping Charlottesville
After a long drug-crazed weekend boozin’, watching pupils turn to pinpoints with the flick of a flame, exhaling ice, crack and weed, we hopped out of a jeep by the train yard...