loohsee
10/24/08, 10:44 AM
our fingers graze the ivy fence,
and the whining car beneath our feet
dented roof and steering wheel have both
seen finer sights than ours.
our pockets were scraped with copper,
and the linings of our coats
felt tight and heavy in the midst
of a rusted ember fog.
'old smokey' lies a waiting log,
frilled with wheels and so,
the mackerel sky was quilted from
the pipe-hole on her spine
we wandered through her narrow hall,
chairs plumped with dusty air,
feathers shed from resting gulls
a cloudy red from the window light.
the whistling man
a bristled man,
with the blazer on,
a linen flag,
smooth brown shoes,
and spectacles
edged with gold
a railway line in '55
through the valley that splits this town
pigeons hop from board to board
splintered softly by the dew.
a twisting fence to hold her in
a disease so foul of orange burned
brass buttons and amber lines
pin her steaming sides.
and the whining car beneath our feet
dented roof and steering wheel have both
seen finer sights than ours.
our pockets were scraped with copper,
and the linings of our coats
felt tight and heavy in the midst
of a rusted ember fog.
'old smokey' lies a waiting log,
frilled with wheels and so,
the mackerel sky was quilted from
the pipe-hole on her spine
we wandered through her narrow hall,
chairs plumped with dusty air,
feathers shed from resting gulls
a cloudy red from the window light.
the whistling man
a bristled man,
with the blazer on,
a linen flag,
smooth brown shoes,
and spectacles
edged with gold
a railway line in '55
through the valley that splits this town
pigeons hop from board to board
splintered softly by the dew.
a twisting fence to hold her in
a disease so foul of orange burned
brass buttons and amber lines
pin her steaming sides.