train ride life
you find a cold tin in your hand
backwards or forwards
north or south
upper lower
and which class
but
you’ve forgotten where you’re going
and do you have a ticket?
perhaps, you’re safe
you look out the window
your mind on other things
and it’s easy but
perhaps not, you worry,
and will it be checked
and will they find out and
will they try to understand i don’t know
where i got on where i get off i
don’t know what i’m looking for, even
and the landscape blurs red and
country receding
alarms roll and tap
and they swerve and they smack
the track,
this track,
and i can’t get off, sir,
not at the next stop
and you have nothing to lose now
so you look out the window
keep your mind on other things