Train in Vain

Now carried by a train - a coastline current
of bored children
walking narrow aisles
confined to narrow tracks
rythm blanks
between mangled machines
revelations of breath and sky

And a simple question thrown over my shoulder:
rock, paper, scissors?

Back out in the fields
speckled slang-slung shoulders,
hunched mountain backs
of quenched DO-ers...
Tight pocket pinching greens
called sweat-slung chance,
big-break broken limbs,
wheel-eaten legs,
mouse-chopped hands,
screen-sucked eyes,
chopped heads of
let us be on automatic safety
pilot flipping channels
formed to water analytical greens
predicting the future claim formed redemption

the ONE

the ANSWER

Lures you into narrow aisles
of narrow aisles of
thinking too hard about
thinking too hard about
thinking too hard about
thinking too hard about
see how straight this is?
thinking too hard about
thinking too hard about
thinking too hard about
thinking too hard about...

narrow aisles confined to narrow tracks

oh dear

the power of limits...