I should like to no longer wait for NJ transit -

the open road doesn't feel like itself when i'm on it.

Unease seeps, floods up from the familiar route,

in the darkness, keep it light: say it's just a mood

and don't let that unsettling sense overpower —

these train track lines on my face reveal all my hours

spent speared on a needle of needless lost time,

it's not wasted if you want it - i keep saying it’s fine

and if you don't want it, well, let's just pretend

it's the light, not a platform, where this tunnel ends

Winding through the dark, in mute anticipation

maybe it’s the journey to fear, not the destination

In any case the carrier comes, and so I expect

to be seated, 80s scatter of carpet