Train Dance

Forever in the night ends in three hours
six hours past my bed time
comes the mundane hot social waning of the powers
hurry up and be genuine
searching for the nostalgic smoggy alley
before the daytime comes again

in the abandoned halls of buildings searched
painted murals and signals of space and time
grass dancer halted flew up and perched
the shade is gone, I've now changed my paradigm

forever though I am clever
 like Loki waiting by the city river 
dark rapids flood under the train
rusted bridges replaced my natural terrain

That black figure haunts near those places
he is actually me, and my young naive expectations
war paint sprayed all over the walls
angry horse caboose smoking out of it's shawls

beneath the street lamp ghost of the song I used to sing crawls
leaps into the lodge my grudge had been built upon,
now falls

Zech Romero