Train overnight

I loaded the variables like masterpieces

from under the germ-led advance.

I saw your compass on a sea of frayed cable

and aspects of vision afloat

in a glance.

And outside the train overnight floodlights

on inexorable sights.

You loaded the variables like acquisitions

from under the noses entranced.

You heard some trumpets you thought were

turntables and inklings to listen

dispersed

in a glance.

Outside the train overnight contrite the

whistle wails goodnight apologizing like

an ol' dictator might.

Of course we're now travelling by plane

if it's not a Canada of a pain

we'll entertain the idea of train

outside the train overnight bloodlines

wheel-burnished in moonlight a great

candescent white skeleton of flight.