Sunday, January 23, 2011
Nowhereland, just north of Somewhere
Steps in Syracuse snowswept
Say it slower now
(Why the freezing weeping?)
Twin tracks tundra
Bridged rusted aborted
West Fayette Street spanned spun spawned
To what end
Nowhere
Somewhere
Over there by Fowler
No trains a-comin'
No whistle blowin'
In the wind or sun or rain
Unless you listen
Have you seen it lived it
Off the map off the grid
Derailed
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