Pale rider

You know how a horse
Can smell the stable
Alright, so I’m cool
Line 9 the same
There at Belleville, five Chinese
Three men, two girls
Speaking in Chinese, whatever
World wide world
Usually, in the last train
I’m among the drunks and the derelicts
And nobody cares
It must be early for so many good people to be there
They look happy
Good for them
The gay Paris I guess
Who wants to hear about misery
Especially misery of folks you don’t know
And don’t really care about
So you look elsewhere as to not cross
Someone’s eyes
And you listen to the boogie
In the hope of home.

Ellar Wise

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2 thoughts on “Pale rider

  1. Poetry is always an bizarre and intriguing thing. Your ‘Line 9’ collection of poems is stunning and evoking …Donc, il est vrai: la poésie c’est l’ultra-vivant! 🙂

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