The sleeper train
Digs out the future
With its Bugatti snout
Dispersed time flies
And we inhale
A smokey present—
Wheezing sleep
Snoozing dreams
Snoring mares
Twin bolts strike
And fiery Einstein
Races end to end
Violin in hand
Playing tomorrow’s
Flashy cadenzas
The cruel lightning
Polishes silverware
Blinds the Hornbys’
Crazy lapdog
Breathes dragonfire
Over England
“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.”