Railroad Earth

There's a field of outright desolation
where scented wildflowers used to grow
and succulent fruits for feasting and fornication were raised
where in the center hangs
a scarecrow
crucified
and all of that lies directly above
the railroad earth
therein underneath the dirt
twisted metal tracks
like the needle marks amongst the junkie terrain
and the railroad earth -- just lies
never to deceive
another realm of transit dreams
amongst the fallen valley of what you never knew you couldn't have
there's a phoenix in the snow
calling forth dead hobo spirits
in the resurrection of stillborn lives
and underneath all that
the railroad earth begins to stir
pulling time's past daisies
floating an unnatural blooming in inner-space dreamtime
though one cannot help but wonder
into these strange beast fantasies of wanderlust
how erotic was industrialization with its many strained crisscrossing tracks
all across the land
leading to a place
of dead roads
blue screen death-rattle conversion
looking at the bottom of a coffee cup
the railroad earth
grounds of what we had
golden dawn visions
rusted