toy train its tracks hooked onto the ceiling a drunk Spaniard messing up her seduction asks me for the joint I wish I had by the end of the reading each hair on the girl s head tilted in front of me will have passed between my fingers there is a rain stick on stage the snare drummer tips it upside down downside up where did it start and when Leonard doesn t tell he refuses me the finality of an answer I must listen hard enough to bounce the train off its line return the girl s hair to every lost touch so I can lose possession derail those causes dropping me off here applauding a man sharing the same time zone as me and another maybe in Greece or Montreal flattering women with a stethoscope tuned to his heart