Ted

On the street where I live,
​
The Rail drives me right to my door,

as The Calaguanshay sets 

and the air goes cold,

and the light goes blue.

I slip into my apartment home.

I swallow my messages and then break open a cold vial of hot venom

and absorb a sandwich.

It's been another day, another volt.

I sit in front of The Pacifier

and dream of other worlds.

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