The rails have been set in parallel:
the beginning of the end.
You are fortunate to have a dog,
and you a friend,
or a hobby, a knobby collection of
hastily carved trains.
Maybe you’ll miss your brain exploding,
into your collapsing veins,
or an economic disaster when
the comic kamakaze investor dives
into parked traffic, taking
(including his) five lives.
Doom and gloom prognostication? Maybe.
The baby is soon grown,
noon-time flickers and disappears,
into primordial evening. The rails set
like a bolted AK-47,
the start of ferocious terror,
lies of virgins, lies of glory, lies
of a Big Mac and Barbie,
lies of hard-line and liberal.
Was it worth it? Hardly.
The rails have been set horizontal:
the beginning of disaster
The unfocused diatribe: what
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