The chugging of the engine wakes me;
I am tainted
with its fumes.
A blackened face
in a blackened mirror,
a copy made of carbon
filled with the discards of personality.
My doppelganger’s stupidity
faces me everyday,
always solid with the expression of the trapped.
Ironic, don’t you think?
If only I could roll it up
into little balls of doughy flesh
and pop them into my mouth one by one,
chewing and chewing until the juices
and I can use them to wipe away
the layers of coal-dusted