Railroads

Transcendental heart lines can only stretch until the

irrationalities of blood cells

Lose interest.

Lying awake 'til dawn used to be fun until the

yoke of the sun broke all over my toast.

Railways scream through silent towns

on the grounds they are doing

something of importance.

Could have fooled me.  

I was never one to travel by train.


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