shipment
12 Mar 2011 6 Comments
the distant hum
of the highway lullaby is
the song that sings in the
back of my brain,
the tune that plays
behind my dreams.
passing trucks lull me to sleep
like they always have,
from some not so distant road
sometimes blocked by soundproof walls.
this is my natural habitat.
i have noise in my head and
motor oil in my nails,
pollution in my lungs
and city skylines on my skin.
i know too much
yet nothing at all,
and the times when the world makes sense
seem arbitrary.
but i can take it on,
i’m made from tougher stuff
than you can see -
and my skin is thick with scars.
the passing trucks
carry fear away
into the distant night,
and i exhale.
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