IMAGINARY TRAINS

 

what we never think about confounds us

wheels abroad the highway in an inaccessible America

wondering at the rate of direct delivery

when Amazon gives a food stamp discount no joke

so the city’s desert fails to find fresh fruit

bodega brunch down at the boardwalk dock

krispy kreme’s a brighter future foreclosure

where we’re blamed for the state of our shoes

soles and souls and we bear it all in luscious blasphemy

gold glinting from atop the church dome cross school closure

but who’s present to do better? not out here in the streets

but on high steel to the red bridge in frosted windows

chilled to perfection

 

shiny metal boxes on a hungry highway

racing past their neighbor’s fallen fences