Saturday, December 31, 2016

9034. NARROW GAUGE RAILROAD

NARROW GAUGE 
RAILROAD
(shopping on the reservation)
On the last night of something, 
it's another year to go while 
the dark sky darkens some 
more and the ending of light 
means something, I'm sure. 
There's a centrifuge in my
 headline raging away  -  
all those pounding certainties. 
You know what they say. 
The silly man with the 
beefcake arms tries lifting 
a car by himself, to retrieve 
a tire from underneath. It's a
 nice gig, if you can get it, 
but it grows old quick. I'm 
backing my car out of 
another jam. I take out 
someone's red-Chevy 
door, and drive off.

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