Trainhopping
Behold these stars
Scars masked by clouds
Feet trembling in gravel
Rusting bars hold moving cars
Along which I must travel
The dark-cast churning sky cries over me
Diamonds hurled in hanging light
Slating my skin
Water glistens
My grip becomes my plight
My station of unknowing
To which station are we going?
Staged upon precarious steel
Reverberate each clacking wheel
Aware that I’m asleep in bed
Wailing trains athwart my head
My station of unknowing
To which station am I going?