hand rail

1

On the tram

In the distance I saw

The sunset

And seashores

On the tram

I was bored

I looked to my right

Out the window

On the tram

As if an alien abroad

I was feeling

Nice, yet alone

2

Count the hairs

on the back of my head

my haircut makes people stare

for the back is longer than the rest

Trace the lines

On my palm

For I'm trying

To push you away, with crossed arms

Trace the scars

On my heart

For I only tell the truth

And hurting, my art

Scrape apart

On my heart

For my expression is brute

I'm scared to lose, so I'm scared to start

3

On the tram

I saw

Million versions of myself

And us

On the tram

I saw my hand

Holding on to the rail

Alone

On the tram

No us

Just me

And my complete self

The carriage had no

Wheels or swivel doors

But I'm proud to say

This is the best I've ever done

Baby Sparky