The Cork Train, Approaching Sherlockstown by John Doyle

Notions of diesel
attend to - and elevate my nose
to a vertebrae of embankment, camouflaged in hens, scuttles of fauna -

an urgency of horn
on the wall of death twisting into Sallins’ clutches
as the signal turning blood-red

frosts my bones a little,
excites me like no other.
I am 6 years old, it is 1982,

the black and orange anger -
and beauty, leaves patches of opaque light
like thunder in my visions.

It is 1982.
There is nothing in the universe
but Fanta sunsets, locomotives, and Battle of the Planets

 John Doyle became a Mod again in the summer of 2017 to fight off his impending mid-life crisis; whether this has been a success remains to be seen. He has has two collections published to date, A Stirring at Dusk in 2017, and Songs for Boys Called Wendell Gomez in 2018, both on PSKI's Porch.