04-03-2017, 04:16 AM
Like A Train
Viable veins is the stumper, then
what once the garden served, with sun,
song, and hormones to incinerate from
the inside out, what little chance there
ever was, I never saw, you never said,
what cornucopia opened to make us
both translucent, to float with, like a train
we pretended would never stop,
not at the reservoir, not ever
in daylight, not ever in peace. Is it
really pretense if I never lost faith?
Viable veins is the stumper, then
what once the garden served, with sun,
song, and hormones to incinerate from
the inside out, what little chance there
ever was, I never saw, you never said,
what cornucopia opened to make us
both translucent, to float with, like a train
we pretended would never stop,
not at the reservoir, not ever
in daylight, not ever in peace. Is it
really pretense if I never lost faith?