"amtrak insomniac"
the train leaves its station at 3:15 am
a mile and a half away from my home
it sings and shuffles the after storm air
dad snores like a car that won't start
he barrels around in a king size bed
it bellows under his broken in body
he fights flying monkeys in his dreams
swings like lion with the witch's broom
cusses them out in their world and mine
through my hollow bedroom door
i hear cowboys shooting on the tv
they are probably robbing a train
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