He always needed a cause,
a noble one, one that could be
played out against any landscape
but, he could never recreate situations:

two Valium, ten thousand mics, marijuana,
and a bottle of red wine won’t always
make love. He rode these rails
in search of their length not direction.

I close the book, the train
will pull in soon, maybe 15, maybe 20
minutes from now.
I needed time to reconfigure my course.