Metro

Metro-
Running to track six
Downtown to South Chicago
The twelve twenty leaves on time.
Nodding off slowly,
Cozy up in seat; like
My dog, nuzzle trice.
Listening to clunking
Steel wheels spinning over rails
I take in father's death
Crossed-arm holding things in,
Belly churns incessantly,
I too will cease someday
©2010 j.a.o.a.

poem by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga
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In the quiet of this hour

In the quiet of this hour—

When the moon’s vanilla’s
My dessert, the sea
Fluffs cotton puffs, candy
I gather of my thoughts,
Place each between the
Pages of my luck and as
I see the wealth of you,
Within the confines of
My aspirations, there
In the breath of me, you’re
At my side, warm and
Gentle, soft and tender
Residing within the mist of
This loveliest of nights.
And so I say goodnight
My flowers, my roses
My inspirations goodnight

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poem by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga
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