Metrospotting

contours of the church sing towards the dusk skies above the vineyard and it’s a ghostyard too sweet machine gun Santa Maria! there was a murder at the toy store last Sunday attack of the insomniacs one for each sign of the zodiac missing their ringfingers cold to the touch thoughtless and toothless in a wreckage of their minds circling around the bell tower a streetcar named Gunfire traveling from new lands still long forgotten a smiling woman sits inside remembering the days that repeat through history