faultline on the railroad tracks

______________________________________8:23am_______________________
_______________________"you feel that?"_______________________________
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_____________________the earth moved________________________________!
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________________________________________"it was a car on the over pass"
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____________________________"naw it was an earthquake"_______________
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___________the railroad ties unfastened_____________ ____ _ - - _ - _
_____________________________________________and the morning AmTrak
rushes bye__________________________________________________________
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_____________________"see, I told you just the railroad earth, like Kerouac
and Neal, or the Gut under bellies of America still working after all
these years"__________________________________________________________
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_______________________...and we're to pity the poor and admire the rich._
___________________if I had food then I wouldn't complain about much_
________then, if I had a job I'd be eating regularly_____________________
fate remarked oddly, when he put me on this earth, to be a_______
man________________________________ chained to the_____________ word;
__________ wisedom kissed my forhead and I was ________________ALIVE!_
this was the rant---ramble-rave--- of the town the talk of the wished upon stars
of ___________________HoLlYwOoD
while I see bums wake up every morning
to their scattered treasure chest of clothes,________________________________________________________________
___________________________________________ boxsprings, chairs, and broken bikes
graffitti stained walls with wet paint...aRt shinning through the despair_____
about the time you're having your morning coffee at STARBuck$__________
he's letting his pants fall down in front of millions and they don't flinch or even
look, they're devoid of suffering they know not of the human experince anymore.
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then there is me................................................................................a house bum-hermit
that should be out on the streets pushing carts of trash with a smile, forced.