Train to The End
of The World
North platform like a wailing wall,
stand heads bowed waiting
the train to the end of the world.
lot now half-filled, yellow ribbons tied to antennae on cars
commuters who never came home.
ash drifts uptown on a sour wind, the migraine that wouldn’t quit
bond trader back at her desk by 7 AM the next morning
on a buttered roll.
canal of city tooth labyrinth
sway trance across 7th Ave.
my jaw in a numb jut.
hop the “N” 2 stops to 49th
at sheet music in Colony’s window
the office a few more minutes.
hollow echo down the tube
the falling column roars
I am boarding the train to the end of the world.
PATH is rough, flooded and treacherous
a flag, wave a knife, steal a plane, sift gray mud for body parts
desk a mountain of rubble, recession’s blinders on
I reach the promised land with my children?
I accomplish the deed, thought, word, voice of peace and security?
the tassel be torn from my shoe, jammed under the
opposing seat of this foursome?
I be late for that early meeting?
my beeper dead? Is my Palm Pilot alive
where I have crashed?
flicker and rails squeal past Christopher St.
Adobe, Cisco, Immune Response, another guise
the highly defined, watching
Definition Television and the ticker simultaneously.
entertainment industry bondsmen
around high screens on dark kiosks.
emerald mines, Chinese cucumbers, biotech
Genesys, Waste Management, HBO-MTV, Capital Cities oil glut,
telecom, Holographic-teleportation, T-cell receptor geometry.
materials transcend the earth wave.
call Ed Clark, buy Montana jade mines and sapphire bars.
already got my plans for the profits from the
to Naropa –– 1000 to Karma Triyana Dharmachakra ––
to Crestone retreat –– coffee shop in Las Vegas ––
one within pacific wave reach, carrier
carrying Om Mani Padme Hum scrolls.
a triple-gem Hollywood band of influence
in concentric rings emanating from the
one holy guru.
else is charnel ground, a feast for crows.
rejected salesmen wander through
of chrome elevators and moving stairs,
pure goddesses of porcelain in the polished glass,
species moving in dark fabrics
endless aisles and rows of wanting to get to know you,
know your business and to make it my mask.
stock of the precious commodity of balance
among skyscrapers and iron doors ––
after thousands of doors opening & closing
game pieces accumulating into millions of tons of cities,
shares of the market in rock.
march in Oregon, Idaho,
stock weapons of erasure,
arrogance, criminal hatred
an investment in heartbreak ––
self-made victims cower and tremble
vampirous mini-despots devour their world
a virus, pollute the righteous, pure nature
claim to defend; a total, non-discriminating nature,
the antibody, antidote of seasons, time passing
renewal as they march to the tune of anti-prayer,
held high to burning midnight.
the fool, this goddess’s child,
his weapon and tear through
aorta of this iron body, slice the hangman’s noose,
the only vase for his one white rose?
the market remember to crash when
hands are stirring the poison soup, when
management takes the poison pill to
the takeover of all things truly valuable?