White Dwarf Fog

Star studded fogs start to pass

When those fireballs vaporize

Into petty white dwarfs

And you feel like you've jumped on a train

That you used to watch

From your care free car

As it sat at

An impatient fingertip tapping

Exasperated sigh railroad crossing--

 

And you feel like you've jumped on that train

That was once mundane and a pain

In your side and it's insane

How the ride belched you out here

In this grimy forgotten freight car--

 

And you feel like you'll be on that train

For all time, like there's no caboose,

And you'll endure this trite and ironic abuse

Forever;

But, for me, it's a lucid experience

And I'm in the train and that car in one instance

Looking at myself through some stupid fog

Filled with white memory embers of burnt out fires

And I'm not impatient or tapping or sighing--

 

No-- I'm dumbfounded, and I'm puffing out life-watcher-laughs

Because there's nothing else to do

And I'm saying, so this is what it's like

To ride the train--

This is what it's like

To burn in the fog

With the white dwarf flame.