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20 hours of riding Polish trains

wooden boxes. Some are a bit more advanced than others. But the infrastructure is still very basic. The way back was a late night train for 10 hours. Started a bit before midnight.

Jotted this in my notebook half asleep at about 6AM as the sun was slowly leaking into the dark of the train's compartment.

Of course still rough . . . much more to come. . .

Elblag Katowice Elblag
"the measure of love is to love without measure"

to get
from side of
Poland to the
other I'm
with priests in a closed
one has thick glasses
I'd say 26
and the other priest
giggles and a gooey eyed
nun comes I'd say
around 21 and they
pray and pray
10 hours of mumbling
holy Polish and this
is a midnight train
a ten hour communion
with what I don't
Let the record show Polish trains leave you saddle sore. Sometimes the babel and the banal turns brilliant. There is need to trace my teeth to gums. I've invented something simple for the rats but my yogurt has gone sour. The toilet is full of shit with a footpump to drizzle out the water. If we fall into the fizz, I wanna lick you all over. The old spooks on the way to Kalingrad hold their heads in their hands. I've met my head in the sweat boxes of Polish trains. Getting comfortable in your skin is a class thing.


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