Passengers Pay in More than Money (when they catch the midday train)

“Choo choo!” calls the midday train

As it puffs across the tracks and

Slows down as it nears the station platform

Passengers step  on and off –

The train refills with


Different thoughts

And dreams,


And unfulfilled wishes

Which it gathers up and uses

As fuel for its diesel engine,

– Melting – separating – transforming –

Everything into liquid form.

Burning up desires, always moving forwards

Into the future

(like society)

On the same damned route that has always been taken;

Back and forth from station to station.


Occasionally, something will escape

The glimmer of a discarded thought

A flitting dream


Seeping into a semi-conscious mind

Creating substance anew.


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