Trainwrecks rape yesterdays

The minute hand snapped -

pressure built under a magnifying glass

like no one could predict
a near-by collapse [at epiliptic speed].

I watched her step over the cracks

She didn't often stray behind
But superstition allowed the lag.

Ticket stubs scarred by
the promises of thumbtacks;

Hanged on the walls
to consume any willing spectator's time.

Numbers and Letters
Remind me in which seat I sat

On every trainwreck.

Point A interrupted by Point B.
I always knew I was getting nowhere fast.

I counted all the children
Playing in the weeds below the tracks

But their faces were blurred
By my vessel's velocity.