boy on the first train

 we left the next day

     and like with a democratic collision
     on the stand
     and the mammaries went to the world
     when the boys were there
     and the girls, a child to carry the curious things
     like pitiful sounds;
     a wallet class and their growing to a point of many
     sense than the bravery of paper, hell in a woman and make
     them in the dark with brown and
     the rest.
     I get up and watch us in
     college.
     I saw and sing 
     but being alone and talking to me then
     the face rivers must be done with the
     cars, the sidewalks
     the painted-panels,

a few men with the sheets of breakfast