conductor

the conductor stands solemnly waving his baton to guide the orchestra unaware he is supposed to watch the tracks the train speeds down he is god awful at his job but just inebriated enough to not give two shits about anything but the second chair clarinet hitting off key notes you can’t argue with a […]

one about trains

she has this ability to derail my train of thought, to collapse the tunnel and rend the tracks from the earth she is the light at the end, barrelling towards me with no regard to decorum or my fleeting sense of self just the billowing black smoke of inevitability, signals i cannot read wafting high […]