If you see her, say hello

saying hello can be
                                                 eager and lonely
life is redundant and hard
                                        the stick gets passed
joggers get lathered              played out

knife into the haunch to keep me moving
deeper into the sunset     the sentient primeval

                    JAPAN is far away

The hair grass seems just about as golden
                                 as a train yard in the rain

a red ashtray    full
lilting vocals        ride the air
                                       a busted mobile

the shift was abrupt but necessary
                                       “future’s canceled”
trains go out at noon and whenever they want
to catch them           the silver antelope

no money now and the prospects of a burning

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a desert song out in the rain

a kid cries for his dog from the back of a four-wheeler

penny pushers arrive in a horse built of ash
the heart was sacked                they busted through
the walls

     out fell a hundred thousand books on heart beats and rhythm

                 rusty wrenches sat out in the garden for years

the metal buzzed
mountain sloped
        and I was jogging again through the trees
        the train yard

                          thinking

                          moving rocks makes the body sad

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from Blood on the Tracks–published by 1080Press

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By Dizzy Helmsman & Norm Basher 👍