Something’s Bound to Happen

between the cow and the donkey
this third bell literary figure quibbles
one hour amtrak in indian summers
we wire for professionals
that chuckle in translated pins
instant messengers of end times
stop us on headphoned commutes
if you can’t see it, then it ain’t magic
once i built a railroad & made it run
here in the accidental darkness
in streets that open new media
with soft spotted human projectors
all we can do is what we are taught
& consult online encyclopedias