NOT DONE

Awake on the train and my back is in half
I’m on twice as long ‘cause I screwed up the map.
Wheels try not to fly, just bail off the rails
The conductor is chrome as my sympathy fails.

Jump between spikes and the spokes and the wood
You spoke of a show. I assumed it good.
By the time I arrive there’s no room to stand
The crowd is too loud; you come later than planned.

We wander around empty streets just for fun.
Searching for friends but we only find none.
Turn a tight right and the sky is ablaze.
There’s a carnival spinning and I’m quite amazed.

A seat on the steps of the church where they light
rows of candles, makes the mother so bright,
Covered in stubs dropped from days gone by
Meat out of its shell is catching your eye.