by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Oct 31 320 Views 5 comments
Rail yard
I saw men from back country rail yards
drunk under a moon of silver sovereigns
yelling tales of the rail lines
from north to south, east to west
while the fires burned down in the drum
amongst the weathered men
there is a fevered bliss
known only to the railways
steel machismo
little vanity prevails
rolling with an orange dawn
drunk under a moon of silver sovereigns
yelling tales of the rail lines
from north to south, east to west
while the fires burned down in the drum
amongst the weathered men
there is a fevered bliss
known only to the railways
steel machismo
little vanity prevails
rolling with an orange dawn
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Posted: Oct 31
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