Who can sleep over such vast machinery,
Who can close their eyes at such high speeds?
Yet they do it, and I suspect,
Have made a habit of perching for a rest.

Some of them have even brought music
To cushion their fall into self-proclaimed night,
But the tunes now escape their notice
And I am left to collect all the stray notes.

There is too much to see passing by
For me to join them and sleep,
In my head, the howl of the wheels would echo
And give me dreams I couldn’t catch up to.

BEN NARDOLILLI is a twenty three year old writer currently living in New York City. His work has appeared in Houston Literary Review, Perigee Magazine, Canopic Jar, and Lachryma: Modern Songs of Lament, Baker’s Dozen, Thieves Jargon, Farmhouse Magazine, Elimae, Poems Niederngasse, The Delmarva Review, Underground Voices Magazine, SoMa Literary Review, Heroin Love Songs, Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue, Literary Fever, and Perspectives Magazine. In addition he was the poetry editor for West 10th Magazine at NYU and maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com.