The heat is rising; up through the filth,
trapped by layers of fabric.
Caffiene elevates the desire
to break free from the skin, run dripping and crimson
in the open air.

The omnibus is a rollercoaster of the mediocre where bones
and organs
crash against epidermis.

Just below your feet black steel grinds
against a diesel heart,
riding veins of cracked granite tar.
A capsid of human waste.
Have you ever tried writing on the stagecoach?

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