9:17 a.m.
southbound
up
I imagine making the
bed
up
is like making my
mind
not for
good
but
for
the time
being needing
to
tighten the night
bolt
up
right
f l a t a s s
nearly done in
like a hobo I won’t ever know but somehow I can
see beneath me in a not dream up on the lingo up top
on the roof of the train maybe I’m that hobo maybe I’ve
become that one hobo going hell bent for leather
who/what
stalled
on
tracks
h
me
southbound
9:15
engine
then
car
folding into
car
folding into car
and from that top I watch and watch and roll and roll and watch:
: :
let me say right
here right now
this top
is lala land off
and I’m not
about to lose
any body
in the oncomingshitshow
but listen
did you know
Wyeth was painting
Alvaro
when he heard
his father
was crushed
by a train
coming down
on him and his
grandson
and going
home from
Maine
to
Pennsylvania
going home
o
i
n
g
to the
post g
o
i
n
g
to pick up the
house keeper
…
…
I imagine
can’t
you?
the
length and depth
the
reverberating reach
of
the SCREECH given the speed
of
sound “depending on the
temperature
of
the air through which it
moves---at
sea level—
assuming
an air temperature of 59
at
Fahrenheit
761.2
hurls ahead of the conductor
and then back again into his face
s
c
s c r e e c h
e
hsarc/crash
instantly.
they say
he died
instantly.
his boy/grand
boy died
instantly.
maybe.
maybe.
to me, in-
stantly is
just that
in some-
thing while
that thing
is happening
like parenthesis:
(instant)
the distance in time and feet and inches: the taking the
trip up
the stairs to the bedroom, the pulling down the first time
in weeks
clean sheets
and climbing in
between making
up as if you
could
your mind to
sleep.
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