Cold steel, have you ever touched it?
Locomotives ------ take us west.
Or else take our souls.
(Hey ______, when you get this letter, I'll already be gone.)
Imagine, if you will, a small bird.
He hops alongs the fence,
Meditating on the
Way the sun darkens skin and
Lightens hair.
Guess what.
That bird is fertilizing the grass.
Suicidal sparrows are common.
I actually died once, thorax halved by train.
I remember it like I remember my first
Knife throwing accident (it was no accident).
Everyone's always whispering
As I walk by,
THAT GUY IS GOING NOWHERE.
Now I can see why.
Photo by Fred Watford. Words by Randy Conner
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