poetry train

last week i took a train to sydney with some other poets and herewith is the efflusion:

train

train takes the mind
train takes the heart
train cuts through hills
train knows the way

the low strung out tide
of rising rails and fall
the talk of all the town
is gliding before all

a warm whistle wets the night
and superb dreams burst inside
a sleeping cow, up on its knees
in a floodlit show stopper

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lines written on arrival in sydney

please help!
we are poets
escaped on this train

from a crazed failed
social experiment
‘canberra’

conducted for
over a century in the
blasted wastes of the bush

we seek asylum
in your luscious bosoms!
we seek wine!