Dark Fight With the Midterm

Moving on into the night I struggle with ideas, Trying in desperation to fit words To a subject I don't even understand A train sounds its horn A sound born of forlorn lament A cry shorn of language Torn between anguish and mourning Research work Rattling across my inner landscape Paraphrase paraphrase paraphrase Mindless conglomeration (The third line of the third verse is an echo of Charles Bukowski's line "boxcar boxcar boxcar" in the poem Boxcar)