(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

a luminescent flock of electrical seagulls extending the melting refractions...

[ full title: a luminescent flock of electrical seagulls extending the melting refractions of their dazzling white glowing wings into the colourless dark desolation of space ]

some nights
i ride the last train
the 2am train
all the way across Paris

always
there's the same three in my car
1. the young green dress
2. the tattered suit
3. the vivid anteater

i don't write any poems
i just try to take it all in

i pull down a seat
at one end of the car
i look out the window

i feel the passing of each moment
focus on perceiving, existing
in the present

the 2am train,
the last train --
most of it runs overground

seeing into the fifth floor apartment:
a bathrobe watching tv,
a t-shirt and jeans
typing on her laptop

lamps, bookshelves,
a chandelier or two,
many fridges

i don't write any poems
i just try to take it all in

most of the windows
shine with dark yellow light
dehydrated urine,
tainted gold

there's this one window that's blue
completely and utterly blue
i guess it belongs to an artist

i like that window
and if i knew the artist
if i met them in a crowd
i'd fall in love for certain

riding on the 2am train
the last train
there's only 12 stations left until home

it's winter
and one of the windows is open
invisible teardrops
pour cold across my face
like refrigerated milk pouring out of a bucket

the moon is hanging over nothingness
she's extra pale and full and round tonight
she's glamorous, mysterious
she's a shard of purity forever out of reach

but i don't write any poems
i just try to take it all in
i put my phone away
and focus on being in the moment

i try not to think of which metaphor
i'd use
to describe the way the humming glow
belonging to the streetlights
scatters and fragments
over the scintillating glass panes
of an office building nearby

some nights
i ride the last train
the 2am train
i try not to write any poems
i just try to take it all in
but sometimes the wind blows too softly
and the moon is especially bright