The Other Side Of The Track Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

out from the depths of a mirror
past lemons sliced for fish
a sign says 'take the knife-edge'

across the railroad-track
to where a wooden church tower
displays it's manuscript of uneven teeth

and from the arid hills is cast
a net of criss-cross wires

and badly sketched from memory
a horse drawn seaward
has strayed with it's cart

listens to the engine's roar
at a blind bend in the track
all pickedoutofthedust on a twelve-string guitar

it's mirror-smoke and steam
get it from a tapestry
tattered edge of dream