apple sauce

apple sauce on the train-track dropped

as the flame wept

and cranberry sauce

on the halved-brick

nettle-brac subgrade

lobbed in siding by moonlight

apple sauce on parallel bars this night when stars are cracking apart

and showing cranberry innards

stickily molten

fierce gulping and flinging wet

apple mash

luminous splodge

a micro sky lit by torch

cranberry the satan skin

blasted strips hanging

hurt by the pouring train

apple sauce tears of the suicide that have rang on the bullhead rail

and cranberry memories cooled in dawn-coming mist

rinsing chute of ghost

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