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Train

Lately

I’ve been getting down

Hiding in my house

Thinking

About nothing else

But the train

Which goes by at seven thirty

Everyday 
It’s easier that way.

Instead of rolling tongues,

Moans,

Screams

And the taste of flower petals.

I went from train sets on a 4×8 plywood board,

When I was young;

To jumping boxcars,

In my later years.

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Later

Later,

You might recall

The moment you tore the valves

Right off my heart.

But that’s ok

I let it go

I went down

To the Wal-Mart

On the corner

Down the street

And bought some gorilla glue

pieced it back together.

And for years

I walked around

Connected to tudes,

Wires,

And beeping sounds 

Echoing about me.
Later,

I’ll mop up the blood

Covering the floor.

And staining the hard wood floors.

And sheets.

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Jasper

I stare out the sliding glass door

Watching the clouds

glide across the Prussian sky.

If we were but butterflies

Wings gracefully pounding the air

And rising up into the sky.

Or the frogs, living in the trash can

on my back porch.

Singing their songs

Which are taken by the butterflies

Up and into the tops of the trees

And left there

And the next rain

Brings ’em back down to earth

As the droplets of rain

Echo into the trash can

And the tadpoles.