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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