E-Train
Introduction:
Take a ride
in the evening
light bulbs
dim and glow
two gray hairs
by the window
three
tweeners
sniffing blow
old farts
gone
at Rego Park
new crowd
rushing in
drag queens
in the corner
the redhead
reeking sin
conductor squawks
the line’s gone dead
a thousand sparks
and screams
lights
no more
cries
break out
a great
bad
fucking
dream
lighter
by the window
two dancing
by the door
movement
by my shoulder
the touch
i’m wanting
more
her smell
the Woods of Windsor
lips like roses too
her hands
upon
my growing need
a wanton
kiss
wants two
zipper down
button gone
nipple taught
so firm
my hips move
with her fingers
her hand
both twists
and turns
a drag queen
screams
we’re moving
my molten
seed now gone
her taste
those
magic fingers
the touch
still lingers on
Jackson Heights
behind me
my thoughts
a moving train
each day
i wait
for evening
the redhead
and
her flame
