Friday, November 22, 2013

4773. BOARDING TIME

BOARDING TIME
Slingshot the darling pantomime.
What else can we say? Everything
silent runs in double time. Beneath 
the pictures, the organ will play.
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In old flickering black and white, 
three men are boarding the train :
I wonder, are they magi, or some wise
men of old, taking the train to points
untold. And anyhow, who reads the
schedule on adventures like this.
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Organ guy, still playing his tune, I notice, 
does grunt and grown. Not  understanding 
why, I think of some rock guitarist hooting 
and hollering beneath the sullen 
doom of his instrument.

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