penny on the rail road tracks

i buy a hole in a gumdrop
to live inside of. 
gun drop through a crossroads
where the devil is holding
his cell phone in the air to get reception.
i once threw a bowling ball back in time.
the dinosaurs knew nothing
about the non profit industrial complex.
they didn't know one day our bodies 
would become replicas of themselves.
sometimes i go into a room & i see
a hallway of trains. they are hungry 
for abraham lincoln who, as you might know,
was not all that great of a dude. 
at least he believed in ghosts. i am 
making up a history where he had
a gay lover who was a ghost. there is
not enough evidence for me to decide 
whether or not the house is on fire. i smell smoke
but that could just canada burning again.
i measure my maple syrup from 
a tablespoon. i ask the devil how he unwinds 
& he says that he doesn't. says he chews 
pen caps & tries not to think about skeletons.
as a child i would lay pennies 
on the railroad tracks in the hopes 
a train might come & squish them flat.
the coins just flew off. trains on their way
to a gum drop mountain or a firing range.
collecting change from the weed-laden sides 
of the tracks. i thought, "i am a bumble bee"
i thought, "change me into a fundraiser."
sometimes i go into room & no one at all is there.
i feel a moment of relief. hold a brief 
& urgeny seance. i know urgency 
is a kind of plague but i keep feeding it
all of my eye lashes. i do not want 
to talk about money ever again.
i just want to crush pennies. find them
faceless & laughing on the tracks.