Saturday, September 18, 2010

The Railroad.

a drunken death
ensues within a smoking boxcar
rolling through alleyways of consciousness
some shameful whiskey sip develops
in madness
exposing secrets past midnight
Holy Visionary speaks in tongues
across from the angry scruffy bum
skeletons dance freely
stroking their beards
music of jukebox could blow rooftops
the vagrant drags forth
rusted excess of machinery
an ode to crime
crashes through the prophet's mind.