Railroad Bridges

There's blood on the tracks
Let it be mine,
please! let it be mine. . .

I can remember these things;
You might have once known them also.

We walked over water,
We walked to your house,
I wore your shoes on the last day.
I screamed into your brother's microphone,
and your family downstairs
must have believed I was insane.
And I was.
And I am.

I have saved a few cuss words for this occasion.
I will recite them now.
"..."

But don't be alarmed. I don't mean what I say. I just can't say what I mean. And I can't. . .

- posted by Jonathan@ 1:23 AM