Box Car Pussy and Wichita Recruits

cat's nine lives spent
one-way ticket under abilene
south of heaven

saucer of milk
curdled lumps congregate
topeka rats squalor

might have been
wichita recruits
or was it utes of durango?

hand-picked dilettantes
riding the rails on tattered coat tails
geriatric hobos expelled from the circus

I read my poetry
to her she never tires
hearing my voice or the cats laughing

together we cleaned the rails
dumped the saucer of milk and found
a box car pussy to lap

this is a train song
and a psalm about what is right
not wrong

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist