Dreams are in motion like trains. They creep along dirty by-ways, with the hope of sun. Later, they crawl up mournful hills where they are still for a fraction of a second, then plunge downward into their lifetimes. When their tracks cross rocks, they tremble, but they are never empty. They carry, at very least, … Continue reading Motion
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Hooch on a Train
Special pockets in her bloomers, Bottles hidden by her skirt. Rapid Railway Detroit, Monday riders, SRO. Then her bottles clink, No one hears her so she thinks. Whiskey down her thigh, Time to act before it’s worse. Stop at Harper, drop her drawers, Look around and out the doors!