catching out

shucky ducky quack quack
is that my train
mind fields meld glossing over
what was there
what wasn’t sticks out
like an angry tree

stumbling grabbing
trying to hop another rail
molten veins lead track
bloodline rushes back
a few more hours dazed
before the next yard

it comes down to
three more teeth
what if life lasts long enough
to not have enough
what if it lasts until
next Thursday

wicked tree
twists its passions worried for
the sweat of an axe
the din of a chain saw
an act of god
desperation is a lonely rider

kimmydbones

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