Carracas

The train nearly hit us
The anticipation too much
For a young girl about eighteen
Maybe she was twenty-five
Who can tell nowadays
But whizzing past
In screaming silver fury
It was potentially erotic
But we all held our junk
With its own internal grip
And turned the corners of our mouths up
Politely

In dreaming of jealousy
She was not only a lousy lay
Her boyfriend was treating some other gal
To a steak dinner
Such a shame
He hit it big and got his shit together
Right after they broke up
Like the very next day

Without him to torture
She began to turn the guns in on herself
Like an old wooden war ship
All cannons a blazing
Right down into the center of the deck
And there it was
That floating doughnut
Exposed for the next guy to see
The one riding that train
Going in the opposite direction
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3.30.09