The Pines
“Marlon Brando”
from Caketrain Issue 05

Why are you laughing?

Did you—
meet the same life I have?

A town wherein the public land
forfeits by a development of billboards—
sinners impastoed on the sky,
fructiform in midday projection.
I met the cobbles.

A fountain accepting
a voluptuous woman, sure,
but not an ogling man, my friend,
importunate bone, the work of an isle-tracted union.

In the peasant wall. She will not
mind the revisions. The bounty, why
falling without you.

Caketrain is a literary journal and press based in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Our interest is in bringing you, reader, the very best in contemporary creative writing, full stop. Our goals are for each issue of our journal to submerge you in a birthing tank for gelatinous language monsters, young masses of tentacular foci undulating as directed (in all, at once) by our eclectic stable of contributors; for each new book we publish to seduce and ensnare you, sometimes intangibly, always undeniably; and for you, reader, to be able to draw at least one passage from our banks that prods your mind with such precision and power that it feels as if it was written for your eyes alone. To wit and to whet, here is a snippet, a slight nip of our delicious lit mix:

Copyright 2003-2006 Caketrain Journal and Press. Rights to literature revert to their respective authors.
ISSN 1547-6839.

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