The hobo stepped off the train and said:
Behind the glass like dandelines
Reflections of the sun
Smells of lemons crisp and clean
Cascading silver tongs
Jello mountains
Rumble jelly
Fruits of fortune -bland
The ox is muzzled and full of scorn
The time is on your hand
Round the dial
syncopated
Tracer bullets fly
Reflected friendly fires
Brick and mortar to the sky
The sun is not enough
Early riser ,Meggido
Pilgrim’s blunderbuss
Then he went into the woods to build a fire etc. .
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