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The Junky and the Train (I observe a poem)
a hollow eyed junky
waits on the train
with shaking hands
he lights a cigar
I watch him silently
from across the station
as he smokes his stogie
he doesnt seem to notice
I see him as art,
as a poem written
across his needle
scarred flesh
He taps his foot
nervously
I can almost
hear his thoughts
Hes puffing on that cigar
frantically, desperately
when the train
pulls in at last
waits on the train
with shaking hands
he lights a cigar
I watch him silently
from across the station
as he smokes his stogie
he doesnt seem to notice
I see him as art,
as a poem written
across his needle
scarred flesh
He taps his foot
nervously
I can almost
hear his thoughts
Hes puffing on that cigar
frantically, desperately
when the train
pulls in at last
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