Thursday, December 4, 2008

boxcars left burning

Gone Dead Train

Boxcars left burning with any and all regrets,
my new morning jacket and the book of possibility
slung over a shoulder, the smolder left to the tracks
tagging along behind me, the growl and hiss of
your love's trainwreck lost to the distance I've ambled
down this line and to my own new found whistle on the wind.

thanks to doug baker for "the jacket and the book"

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