Empty paths
that I filled alone.
Ways nobody would walk
that I danced with aplomb.
Railways that came up around me
and then faded.
Moving skies that will never settle.
Evil trains that disappear.
Buffalo thunder out of the earth.
Skinny dippers in engine oil.
Exhaust pipes jutting from mouths
in place of tongues.
Wheels with elbows sticking
out of them, bloodied by every rut.