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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=541571" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>4 Southwest Chief/LA Central</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(copyrighted material, Coffee House Press) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">#4 Southwest Chief/LA Central  <br>		FOR DERYA AND HEID</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sheen of incandescent lamppost light travels this rail, <br>up ahead the Conductor <br>reminds us, if there’s anything<br>we can do to make your trip worthless just let us know<br>and no one cracks a smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This Amtrak car glides between<br>concrete pillars wrapped with steel for quake protection.<br>Projects plastered in graffiti by day now sink into 9: 00 p.m. comfortable-<br>this time of night you’d think they were condos</div><div style="margin:10px 0">if you rode this rail for the first time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What I see is concertina riding chain link fence tops-<br>as if there is an escape attempt due any moment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, somehow, I see myself in the window. Not a reflection <br>but an actual replica looking back at me and at the glare, <br>over further than a bounce of light could flash, where<br>planes coming in to land look like falling stars, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I’m taking my mother to the asylum in my memory.<br>I can still hear her saying, bad, bad girl and look<br>at the pretty stars and Christmas lights sometime late July.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">L.A. River on my left, tonight there’s water more than trickle down.<br>Along the concrete banks where someone wrote out: RECKLESS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a concrete mixer is parked right by the river and rail, <br>and one single truck has its lights on bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By morning, jump-starts will cardiac it back to life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My gut aches. The whole world’s in a window at Fullerton and<br>through arches, past electric globes, it spins<br>high over a Pepsi machine on the floor far below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bad, bad girl. Look at the pretty stars and Christmas lights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>FROM OFF-SEASON CITY PIPE, COFFE HOUSE PRESS,2005.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Allison+Hedge+Coke">Allison Hedge Coke</a><div class=q>
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#4 Southwest Chief/LA Central  
		FOR DERYA AND HEID

The sheen of incandescent lamppost light travels this rail, 
up ahead the Conductor 
reminds us, if there’s anything
we can do to make your trip w..."></div>
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