bits and pieces

and lo
the revelation
the unstoppable
heart

the train
is filled with
folks who
work
stained
clothes
hands
like wood

neck ties loose
weary
wishing for
the
last day
until
the next
last
day

lost sheep
filling their homes
with
protection
while
mortality waits
at the door
a persistant sales man
ooh
those last days
those next to last feelings
then zoom

the fat lady is singing
and the red velure
curtian drops

who knows
which
if any
religion
knows
really

i pity the
working folks
who
buy
immortality
on the page of
the vast
poorly written
ancient
books

the prisoner always dreams of home

the prisoner must have heaven waiting

the prisoner is the victim of a ruse

as the train
clatters
it's clacks
over the smooth rails
of time

i sing my heart
to those trapped
like me
inside a tale of wonder
and
myth filled

vacent
filled as a gorged swan
on some
privilidged table
with an
agonizing desparation

to appease the
sun

i fold like a sallow
aging shelter
i swoon as the song passes me
and
i have no need to
repent