The air trembles in time to the ground
as the train comes grinding past.
We slip our shares into tomorrow
with the pain of everlast.
Watchful windows stare too hard,
drive spikes into my skull.
I’m slurp jerk slipping
in a dark murk singing
swimming sometimes.
I’m hurt burn clinging
to a lost dream willing
wishful wonder. wandered
in the stars for far too long,
stranded in a smoky blaze of scorn. we crash alone.
another moment grinds the future past,
one more train comes rolling off
the tracks. we roll in last.