Dark Fight With the Midterm
Moving on into the night
I struggle with ideas,
Trying in desperation to fit words
To a subject I don't even understand
A train sounds its horn
A sound born of forlorn lament
A cry shorn of language
Torn between anguish and mourning
Research work
Rattling across my inner landscape
Paraphrase paraphrase paraphrase
Mindless conglomeration
(The third line of the third verse is an echo of Charles Bukowski's line "boxcar boxcar boxcar" in the poem Boxcar)
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