Moon Blue (thoughts passing on a train to Frisco)

June 1st, this year



I don't by anything
nothing bought
no money, only enough for there and back and booze and music with friends I call family
worked iron over the moon over Martinez
cloud wisps over the moon,
full moon over the industry over the industrial water moving like mercury through the industrial being,
rippling and shimmering hard and violent
and full

Marvelous Martinez!
the conductor proclaims
over loudspeaker buzz and transient noise
the moon hanging full fat bellied out the window
and my stomach slacking
(I don't by anything)
rumbling with the traincar over the tracks
full car
full moon
full mind
full pen
full industry
stomach empty
and waiting
to be full
of drink and laughter
in full Frisco
under moon blue
and full