Trains - July 11, 1998

one
two
three
how neatly my lines
arrange themselves.

I want to see the railroads
that run across
expanse of pale flesh.

Throbbing red and blue,
a steady beat
against the surface.

How often does the train run ?
It's never quite on time.

Some days, it runs more often,
others, it comes not at all.

Who runs the train ?
Is it fate ? Or is it man ?

I really cannot tell you;
I can't see a light 
at the end of this tunnel,
maybe it's too dark.

This train runs on 
a downhill slope,
it does not travel upwards.

The ride is always
		down
			down
				down.

can you buy a ticket ?
I'd rather you did not,
there are no stations
from here to there
-- just a trip filled
with good intentions.

Tell me who the conductor is,
is it really you ?

The conductor is not the engineer,
the conductor is not on the train.

Are there any passengers
on board 
for this trip to Hell ?
I really cannot say;
there's no way to tell.

It starts in Life
and ends in Death,
is that not enough ?

No windows for the scenery,
no bunkers for a rest,
this trip to Hell is
now Express
and does not stop along way.

So when the trip ends
with the train meeting the end of
its tunnel, 
I suspect there
is no turning back.

There is no return fare
no chance to turn around,
The train has stopped
simply because
it has run aground.