wow, so deep and powerful. i love this. id fave it twice if i could. Once again you show yourself to be a brilliant poet ^-^

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"the vagrant blue in your eyes," vagrant is such an interesting word choice there, and I'm in love with it.

I'm a little confused about: "Why do you sit there and shred your Polo wrappers," but that may be because I'm from the New World and we just don't use the term "Polo wrappers," oooor I always reserve the right to say I'm simply ignorant, and perhaps that's a daily part of the American vernacular. Either way, enlighten me!

Hmm, just one other thing, and I may be way off base about this one too, but in the first line of the fourth stanza, is "rusted" supposed to be "rustled"? I'm intrigued either way.

Keep up the excellent work.

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I can just imagine someone standing up and making this speech to strangers. I can sense a familiarity among the people described in this poem, did you take inspiration from people in real life?

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I always wished that I could write something like this. You are deep, Bry.

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in the midst of a thousand drops of red, a howl was heard from his beaten wrists...

insanity has set in...

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So much neat stuff to ponder in this poem about thoughts inspired by seeing a man reading a newspaper on a train.

Your word selections and descriptions are expressive, strong and interesting:
Muse to a fool on the run... is a lovely turn of phrase.
Vagrant blue coveys a tentative quality and connects nicely with the phrase above.
Concrete coils describes the colour and texture of the hair, but also a feeling that this person is hard and cold like stone.
Harpoon dreams... the opposite of simply observing beauty with wonder.
'Sleep-around' to describe the content of the newspaper caught my eye because it implies the sleeziness of some journalists and the way the newspapers can be left behind in train stations or diners for other readers to find.
I could go on...

At the ending, the narrator can forgive the man for representing the belief that the meaning of life is not love, because this may be true. This ties back into the love letters by the side of the road in the first stanza. It's also a worthy notion for the reader to ponder.

A couple of things: Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk is the title of a song by Rufus Wainwright. Don't know if you were giving a nod to this song... And even though I live in a former British colony, I'm fuzzy on what Polos are. Are they like (North American) "Life Savers", which is a round candy with a hole in the centre. The wrapper is waxed paper or foil surrounded by a paper tube.

Anyway, wonderful work!

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Wow... that's really interesting. I'll have to think about that.
I peoplewatch on trains, also.

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I read someone say something about how they thought your newspaper should be "rustled" not "rusted"

I disagree whole heartedly and I hope that is your intention too
Some people seem to be forever reading their newspapers.
The air corrodes them to their hands
never to be removed again
It is I feel the most powerful image for me in this poem
and I love it so very much

psst trains are an incredibly good time to people watch and write about it
I find myself doing so whenever i am on one ^-^

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Aw, thank you so much for this comment, it made me feel warm and fuzzy! And thank you for the fav, too!

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