Poem : “Train Away”
By Obsidian c. 2015
I was on the D
Heading south
Out of the Boogie Down
I had a book
It was good
It was James Elroy
I fell in love with verse
With escapades
The train came to a holt
@ the station
I looked up
Across from me there was a hobo
He was reading a book too
He was in love with verse & escapades
Like me
I immediately understood our disease
Books & escapades
It was like drugs & alcohol
Took us away from our lives
Took us away from the pain of our lives
Took us way from the Boogie Down
Took us away from the train
Took us away from the people on the train
A sea of orbs of light
Clouded by mountain mist
Took us away from our destruction
The train stopped @ 59th Street
I tucked my book into my jacket pocket
Got off and headed
To a poetry reading
