This Train Will Be Taking No Passengers

This Train Will Be Taking No Passengers - Augie March

We will adjust to this new condition of living like a man with his entrails now out him not in

After certain techniques of torture accustoms himself to a new condition of living train

Thoughtful godless men find god in them at the age of twenty-five

But in a year death gains favor and they think themselves the more alive

This one has a sleeping wheel this one has a willing noose

Onward and on to the ends of love pricked vanity

Habit and ruse

Onward and on to a premature silence where death finds too much use

Fifteen year old whores in training eyes a＇batting

Skin aflame

This fire-fanning express

If you＇re on board amazement follows fear and rounded by dismay

It takes the corner into the day after today which is a father＇s sorrow

Onward and on to the ends of meanness where kindness is the means of the earth

Onward and on awakening finds us too sensual beings from birth

Pods of wealthy blonde gobbets with red-rind eyes

Getting pecked at by the h****n sparrows of the western skies

＂We＇ll stand on his hand that＇s how you pin your man

We＇ll smash him from Preston to Epworth ＂

Onward and on to the ends of reason where malice is the means of the earth

Onward and on

This strange-wrought bird

Onwards and over the black coffee earth

Onward and on

This laughing train to the ends of its low low mirth

Where the media make it with the media whores

Lady Time minces man-meat with her contract claws

For a barbecue with the veterans of the talkback wars

In the outback palace of one John Laws

O we will adjust to this new condition of living

Like a sailor with his hands tied behind his back

Imprisoned after sailing into foreign waters unawares

Accustoms himself to a new condition of living

But a shadow falls between this hurtling intent and its realisation

For its government is rotten and therefore its civilisation

Which is certainly taking no passengers train