Train cars full of mysterious metal disks
rumble through town half a mile from here
while the cigarette smoke pouring from your lips
forms blue grey rivers that cut and eddy
at the edges of your body
I wonder sometimes if I'm an alien
fascinated by shipping and transport
And the tireless screaming in the night
the kind that sourcless tears
Through the darkness like a twisting knife
Puddle on your cheek and washed away
by the current carrying off into the country side
hauling megatons of metal disks behind it
[I feel like a really good title would pull this together if I think of one I'll update it]
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