Broken Open

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Ghost

(10-18-02)

Tonight I placed
My neck
Upon the railroad tracks
Just to see, how it felt.
It felt like home.
Felt like where I should be.
I make my last meal,
Pork
Bacon and chops
maybe some tuna
And cheese.
Poor man's fare.
A feast of white trash food.
I can never know how
The other half lives, John.
You are no better than me
Though you believe you are.
While you vacation and dine out,
I cut my flesh.
While you sip fine wines I break down.
I am human
Just like you.
I have a heart
Bruised and wounded,
But a heart none the less.
you are a product.
Not your fault.
A pawn in the deadly
Game of life.
And Honey,
You know who you are,
You are my straw.
While I laid my throat
On the alter of sacrifice,
People walked by
As if nothing unusual
Were happening.
I am already a ghost
In this world.
I just haven't seemed to
Realize it
yet.