transliminal express

corrugated stainless steel aesthetic
conflict, how one contends with failure
rube goldberg penal colony contraption
bearings fail to click into place, pen ceases
 
children, curtains or pillars, something behind
which to hide the face
heat
it is only natural
we are no one, only an eye looking at the dark
skinned children that pour forth
all of us, sum of our affectations, sunglasses
hanging from collars on glorious unsunny day
thus modern, so love the acoutrements of
industry, decay
rust & rivets, deformation of ordered
surface:
window panes, spot welding
we have placed the source of that moon’s
rattling, perhaps come full
circle to approach a ‘sense of story’ how
good stories always begin like candy
 
i am not a butterfly, dreamt i was a man
 
there is no knowing when the crossing occurs, so gradual
hypnotic clack of train in motion
no passport control, no checking of your papers at the border