Tracks.

Another missed train

pulling out of the tracks

of your mind boy

rattling, rattling - over

your joints

every joint –

boy.

You missed another

journey boy

another chance to

escape the

smoking chimney stacks

scared streets

screaming, screaming

hopeless children

empty days

empty days.

That train was a

chance boy

a chance and

what do you

do with chances

boy

you talk, talk, talk.

to yourself

like some fucked up

automaton

Miss the next one

boy the next

one

listen to your

lonely

masturbatory

voice boy

death rattling

through your

mind boy

like the tracks

like the

fuc*ing tracks

of life.