Trains depart

hourly

from the station

in my head.

ideas converge,

sinful words are shed

on a platform,

some poems fall dead

for there simply to intense

to possibly be read

for in my head

is a subway of secrets

that i constantly hide

to dark for most

to even consider to ride

so i’ll wait in this empty station

alone with my luggage, 

overpacked with

 frustration

until possibly, the proper conductor doth approach 

or these coal fumes choke me out

from complete

 asphyxiation

~j~