bat chain puller
captain beefheart & the magic band
a chain with yellow lights
that glistens like oil beads
on its slick smooth trunk
that trails behind on tracks
a wing hangs limp and retreats
bulbs shoot from its snoot
it whistles like a root snatched from dry earth
sodbustin' rakes with grey dust claws
announces it's coming in the morning
this train with grey tubes
that houses people's very thoughts and belongings
this train with grey tubes that houses people's thoughts
their very remains and belongings
in the hollow wind of its stacks
ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks
lunging the cushioned thickets
with orange crayola patches
balloon up into marshmallow soot
that walks away in faulty circles
with twinkling lights and green sashes
drawn by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths
that blister and break in agony
they gild gold sawdust into dust