Sunday, December 14, 2014

THE ENGINEER

I’ll be a train
on the brink of derail---
but I’ll be a train.


My pores hiss
steam out of coal-fire,
furnaced deep and hot
white: entropy: its got
to go out, somewhere.


The time is now

and the place is you.
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