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
