strange bruises

I come home with bruises

I find in the morning

just where have I been to?

I wish I could tell you

beating the ones 

and the nones 

out of life 

till it gives off 

a pale blue glow

beating the moon 

and the sun 

round the sky

till we all hear

the first cock crow

I remember train tracks

I remember trains

I remember stations

I remember

telephone

telephone

telephone

telephone

telephone

telephone

telephone

telephone pole

a bridge 

and trees

I leave home with bruises

I find in the morning

just where am I going to?

I wish I could tell you