The Goods

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A train station opens. Books and water
burst from a baggage car like an arcane
ritual on platform 2B. People complain exciting opening, water bursting from a baggage car
that such disruptions are not in keeping
with the spirit of the community. Water and spirit 
the schedule does not alter. Liquid latex latex the real spirit of the community?
pours out the doors of the eleven-thirty
and denouncements are made. Locals boycott I like denouncements.  Lots of energy.
the rail service but still the carriages
come in, erupting with cheese and
wild ferrets. Staff strike but the empty locals boycott, staff strike, but more keeps coming.  A dream of influence
engines are undeterred, loads arrive; pistols,
anchors, chewing gum. Neighbourhood watch
sabotage the line and rip out the buffers,neighborhood watch vandalizing seems way drastic, 
nevertheless services hurtle the bent nevertheless slows the pace
metal and plow upside down through
the polished arches. Soil and off-brand
energy drinks fill the ticket office,An avalanche
curtain hooks and lenticular artwork
destroy the concessions stand. Soon
the assortium runs miles down the assortium a made of word meaning varied group of people?
track, worlds of freight between burning
locomotives. Most residents have sold
at low prices; the town is silent save I like silent save here after sold
the regular crashing of new arrivals.
The remainers make their home in
the railway detritus, lulled to sleep
by the breaking waves of rolling stock
decimating itself on the station shores. Station shores because of the crashing flood of goods
Fountain pens, hangers, goldfish pellets,
warheads, laminate flooring, orphans,
sunrise, crocs. Boxsets, five irons,
crampons, condoms, horse hair,
paper, nunchucks; the goods. And the list winding down to the end the accumulated junk in the tide

Is this a NaPM, really enjoyed the read, ride