The Train

Sweet sweaty blood sucked on by mosquitoes

Flattening the brush with my curved young body

The eight soldiers of a spider flicker

Everything crisp and breakable

Eyes level with the train tracks

At the rocks' shudder I place my pennies down

Say goodnight to Hamlet, shutting his pages

Sound the alarm at the far off whistle

A tube of smoke and a rattled metal wave

Tossing textbooks to the side

Saying goodbye to my October lovers

Planting a final seed among the wreck

Nearing, quickening, the angry rusted cage

And jump

Arms out, knees muddy, stomach an excited downward pit

Hello my loud and heavy Death

Sweet sweaty blood sucked on by mosquitoes