vriad_lee | (no subject)

virtual steam-train by moi

i lived off the hope my darling
that one day we'd meet and we'd fuck
but the way this road is spiraling
i see there's little hope, alas
so i basically pack my virtual bags
and go to the virtual station
amidst the virtual nudging pack
of people going to work/from work,
un-mellow, impatient
i walk across a virtual bridge
stepping loud on virtual deck
and see fags, dirt, a dog that licks
someone's vomit off the virtual pavement
i come a la gare, spit on the platform,
climb into the virtual train
and before i slip into virtual haze
i wave to the waiting passengers
from the window
because, somehow, my virtual self
lives somewhere in 30s or 20s?
i don't know why
but that makes you dressed
in somethig depression-era
as you sit on the couch
back in our dear small room,
absently drinking your coffee,
absently eating wafers
now and then taking
a thin cigarette in your trembling white hand