quick. like a punch in the gut.

[ohblast]

i am folding.
take the ace of spades.
didnt i pretty much put it in your hand.

i always talk too much about the wrong things.

& i keep getting killed
and now i am killed again,
and i'll get up soonish.
and get killed again.

i dont learn and i cant figure out why i
refuse to.

what i used to be / will pass away / and then you'll see

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trains

[anonymous]

Your previous entry, which is well-written by the way, conjured up this Ron Sexsmith song from my memory vault:

TRAINS

A light rain is falling
I'm leaving home, my life is calling
It's calling from the end of the line
it's been that way for all my time
For things beyond our power that force us to remain
All our lives we wait on trains

See how the leaves are swaying
We were one time children playing
And though the wind was in our sails
Heading homeward and high tailing
But all that once was bright has now become so grey
All our lives we wait on trains

We wait on trains to take us from here
to take us places beyond the hills
to bring our sons and daughters home
if it be God's will

She's got to keep her love together
for no time now, for maybe never
Her friends all say "Don't bother,
he's not on that train, young mother"
But she don't pay no mind, she believes just the same
All our lives we wait on trains
All our lives we wait on trains

"Arturs"