Navigating Freight
Heavy boxes
Virtual passports
Tagged with cities
And full of sorrow
Cold metal
And knotted wood
Loaded with capital
And heavy hearts
Smuggled
Whistling caution
Announced
Lonely expedition
Embarking
Adagio rolls
An arthritic start
Momentum expanding
Its ponderous service
Two more whistles
And blackened ghosts
Forced escape
But solemnly linger
Hanging in blue
Honored credence
Expectation accepted
Faithful journey
Face the countryside
With brackets
Proverbial
Smooth tongue
Riding latched
Her braces
A sensual partnership
Intimate trust
Character unwavering
For duty steadfast
Continuum
Unglamorous soot
Timely movement
Scheduled pace
Unknown landscapes
Forthcoming
The next bend
Whistling
Different Arrows
"Woo Woo" keens the canister
packed more than empty
with impulsive essences
boosting passage with backing
of costumed monkeys.
Opposite canister rustling lively
different arrow
unites with passionate coupling
moans and groans
can opener twirls
peels back the skin
exposes pulp of tomato
boughs askew, no attachment
littered with leavings
inside out canisters
strew their contents
essences finis
cloaked in field of zero.
Final Act
Forward toward the heavy roller.
Not of winning nature; kind.
I am the pin and you the bowler.
Head circle whirling; noggin fried.
Tear feels overwhelming grasp
Adding time to my sand clock.
Though this was a simple task
To drag my walkers to the fill dock.
Filling hear holes with your scream song
Drowning sound out; mine with yours.
I speed hop to you before long.
Snap crackle; fragments on your floors.
Mini lakes of Crimson pain proof
Gather here and there for now.
Car packers defy gravity aloof
And down a sand hump the box car bows.
Train of thoughts
It looked like a play set from afar
Zooming in to box number 10
Pencils dancing to a scene
Through molten silica, soda ash and limestone
Pages reuniting
Walking through the door
Deep breathing and panting
Clothes on the floor
Next rectangle space
with zero storage
maybe some horse food
and hollow wooden boxes
Zooming out
crisp as apple
sweet as pomegranate
the blue Spring is.
I Left You
I left you waiting for the train…
Your shirt, wrinkled in troubled sleep.
We drank;
You, from the watershed of my soul.
Your face in candlelight
Tales of your father
Turmoil, rage, unconditional love.
I loved you in that instant.
Single moments passed.
I left you waiting for the train
And then it rained.
I lost you.
Speeding down the tracks
Rocking in and out of your repose.
In my fitful daylight sleep
Reclaiming myself,
I listened to the rain and
Heard the train.
Firewoman
Old time steel mouth
Swallowing what I'm feeding -
Unborn diamond fetuses -
Slave to the
Original track shaker
Covered up in denim
Covered in pirate accessories
You know, the ones that are optical
I know this look isn't optimal
I have to make a living
For fun I watch the
Recycled cans in a crusher
All calling out for their mother
Looking at me for an ice pack
Fuck that
I have a mouth to feed
“The wheels on the bus... I mean, the tracks on the train go whatever sound a train makes”
I stared to my front,
the train continued down the track.
I spotted a woman bent over.
She was young.
Eighteen or nineteen.
Wearing a mini-skirt.
She had sexy thighs,
a nice ass,
and wasn't wearing panties.
As I leaned forward
to get a better look,
I noticed an elderly woman
in the seat across from me.
She sent a dirty look.
"Fucking cunt!" I thought
before reaching into my waistband,
yanking out a .45 magnum
and shooting the bitch in the throat.
As blood squirted,
I stood,
yelling:
"Stay cool, and no one dies!
This is a robbery, motherfuckers!"