MAY XV

Do not not be moved by the poetry

Do not be moved by the imagery

Be moved by the feeling

Be moved by the ceiling

Locomotion on the tracks, just as the mind unwinds

Chuga, chuga, chuga, chuga , chuga, chuga

Mind racing

Woo, woo

Let it out like deep sighs of relief

or

Let it out like it's the last breath

Move 'round like water down some streams

Into to the ocean

Into the great barrier reef

Down, down, down these damned pipe dreams

Now running the tracks, but no commotions

This poem means nothing