the leaves are on the wind tonight the city grinds and hums i cat tongued to p*ss through the glow of sodium lights on a concrete wall through the factories and railroad tracks through shopping carts and trash where bottles broke in fits of mirth where weeds spring forth from trampled earth
my mouth is sewn my hands are bound my dreams are cased in stone my memory in charcoal draws a flower
the wind is blowing through the trees casting leaves upon the night a train is p*ssing through the yard pulsing light between its cars and from each box car’s p*ssing door a ghastly vision peers it sends a tremor through my skin for in each car i see again
specter watching from beyond that’s bound to ride like me reappearing in each p*ssing car it’s eyes sunk in like dying stars
and wherefore has this vision come that none should see but me it’s face like what my mirror shows displays my fate from choices chose fate not sealed not carved in stone still a different path it excludes choices yet to make with trains to ride or lay down on the main
i feel a chill like shards of rime and light a cigarette i shudder because freedom found and maybe it’s time to leave this town
so puttin’ out my cigarette i take my pack up from the ground in the wind that blows before a rain the fated one runs toward a train