Couch Hemorrhage Dream (PGM)
March 24, 2007
Did you ever watch a dog dream Tony? The twitch and whimper? That’s me but awake most of the time . . .
A pair of narrow-hipped boys, one summer from high school, sneak between the box-cars, chemical toilets, square timbers and 55-gallon drums. Three hundred yards down the track, further from home, they can see the caution tape, frayed and flapping now, torn by passing trains. The platform is empty. They pull themselves up from the side, gripping the red pavers at the edge of the platform.
You can totally still see.
Where?
There dumbass. Where the gravel is all dark.
Yeah.
Shit.
So call your brother now.
Yeah.
