A train

A train ran by the ocean,
with concurrent sounds,
swelling and frothing, endlessly shifting
towards and against
sea slaked
walls, converging in wan moonlight,
soaking through the rain
a warm lamp aglow
Centered high in a window centered in the sheer face of an apartment building
a cast off high rise at the tremulous edge
engorged with seething anonymity
Erect through the concentric orange vapor
ohmphallus
burning like a madhouse whose corridors swell with night terrors,
cackles and bargains to voices,
pleas to the sunset.


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