The dame tied
To the tracks is
Exquisitely rendered.
The train bearing down
Made lifelike
By a careful hand.
Her screams are so precise.
It even smells
Like a regular-sized evening
In this guy’s basement.
Faintly I hear
The tiny townspeople
Going about their miniature lives.
A dog barks, a baby cries.
All faked, the operator
Assures me.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
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