my train of thought, 
a disreputable epilogue 
where the only borders 
are my own 


the first call, come aboard 
it's safe and reliable no need to worry 
you're not carrying any weapons i suppose 
no garrotes or hanging cords? 
fine, come lose your minds 
the cynical conclusions 
that are predisposed 
to a bleeding accord 
indefined undefines 
whatever you cannot find 
a structured prism grind 
fragmented female face in tears 
refracts the death pleas vocal chord 

and my memory hits graphical record 


a wandering shroud 
through dimensional glass 
the red sun rising 
over coffins of carriages 
sheer blue weaves 
its way to the crimson pool 
locomotion of comotion 
begins inevitable motions 

wheels of wonder 
on tracks of soothing truth 
or discs of disruption 
on rails devoid of trust 
a ruby red rock rolls 
remorsely across 
 the violet veil 
beginnings that 
strangely, have not 
already begun 

the passengers 
surround me in 
a dead fog of haze 
faceless names 
or nameless faces 
I know or care not 
to the gathered 
reminiscences 
and profanity 
I add insanity 
jagged edged 
scrawl to label 
something yet 
unlabelled 

induced trance 
tremors rock scopes 
of vision through 
scratched surfaces 
streaming into 
shades of grey 
tiers of multi-aura 
anomalies lie hidden 
from my sight 

as well as yours 


the last call, all aboard 
ah! ah! not you ma'm, sorry 
this trips only for those 
souls that can afford 
to lose their minds in 
the visual delusions 
that lurk so close 
yet so far abroad 
indefined undefined 
for fucks sake veIndefined 
just open the godamn blind 
we need some light in here 
to see the signing of the accord 

my train is wrought, 
barely fathomable words 
where far from the borders 
is my home