A Land of Libertines
I ride through a land of libertines,
sodium vapor lights, mid-morning dreams
that lurch me forward and out of my seat
through the doors and onto the street.
The kids file out in a long parade,
a solemn stream in requiem haze.
Without any pretense, the police stand by
forcing us all to stay alive.
Walking in a purgatory of unproven self-worth
with fallen angels in combat boots,
I’ve learned not to linger on the streets;
I won’t let them teach me to taste my teeth.
Eyes averted, face in my jacket.
Their power’s in numbers and I’m all alone.
A ray of light, a glimmer of hope,
a burning cigarette with a horrible glow.
Quicken my pace,
I exhale steam and smoke
like footsteps on a conveyor belt,
a rat wheel, or a bad joke.
Sprint to the platform out of breath.
Train rail lightning storm,
roll the thunder,
I’m coming home.
“Brehman”- an English major and member of Seeds. His work is derivative of the apathy and exhaustion inherent in the weathering of Chicago’s winters. Information about his personal life can be inferred from certain details present in his prose and poetry.
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