The Brakeman's Rosery Is A Wheelhouse

A brief intro from a hobo's life thoughts.

(if after a train wreck or before gotten those rushes) madded between a tramps finger bowl hearsay is tinted breast shadow red; also imitates the rail welded swell bed. Seen crystalline across from steam beasts taken off debt. But the grease ocean breeze carrion detective drifts on, to another time-table. Lent lorry for a tramps cloak to scorn him (and arrest of a sickened bo from the underabed) Hinged with the toothless vampire adrifts' in blood, to let salt water bay from his wounds.