Trains - July 11, 1998
one
two
three
how neatly my lines
arrange themselves.
I want to see the railroads
that run across
expanse of pale flesh.
Throbbing red and blue,
a steady beat
against the surface.
How often does the train run ?
It's never quite on time.
Some days, it runs more often,
others, it comes not at all.
Who runs the train ?
Is it fate ? Or is it man ?
I really cannot tell you;
I can't see a light
at the end of this tunnel,
maybe it's too dark.
This train runs on
a downhill slope,
it does not travel upwards.
The ride is always
down
down
down.
can you buy a ticket ?
I'd rather you did not,
there are no stations
from here to there
-- just a trip filled
with good intentions.
Tell me who the conductor is,
is it really you ?
The conductor is not the engineer,
the conductor is not on the train.
Are there any passengers
on board
for this trip to Hell ?
I really cannot say;
there's no way to tell.
It starts in Life
and ends in Death,
is that not enough ?
No windows for the scenery,
no bunkers for a rest,
this trip to Hell is
now Express
and does not stop along way.
So when the trip ends
with the train meeting the end of
its tunnel,
I suspect there
is no turning back.
There is no return fare
no chance to turn around,
The train has stopped
simply because
it has run aground.
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