Human Mishap

 'Neath a rail bridge, escaping the sun's glare,

The smell of creosote in the air,

Dripping and hanging from the wooden stands,

Braiding my loose hair with dusty hands;

The Texas heat has made my tongue go dry,

Being unheard's made me go awry,

I am made mortal in glass and dog's blood,

A dream I wish you'd never woke from.