darrow's locomotive

i can't stop thinking
about an old country house with a
wrap-around, white-washed wooden porch,
where an old man lives.
i suppose his name is Dennis O'Malley,
mostly because it suits him,
and also a little bit because
he can't remember for himself.
where falcons go to hide,
and run to Avalon.
there are two sets of train tracks
surrounding that old house,
which were thought to be abandoned.
but no, no, they're just
in hiding.
it's a one way trip for
(and i can't stop thinking about)
all those who choose to take it.
and the view from the place has eroded with time
but will be reborn.
falcons, falcons,
Jude Faulkner.
make my world beautiful again.
save us.
save us.
save us.