All abooooaaaaard! The thirteenth volume of my poetry series, Quickwords, is leaving the station now!
| Of Thought |
| Pay no mind to the beggars along the tracks Refuse to let them find purchase in your head Spare your change for only your fare Board alone the train of thought And feel not the guilt of a wallet without cobweb For, vampiric, it wears a derelict’s clothes and, with a pleading false face, asks only for your welcome A price to be paid in more ways than one |
| To Downtown |
| Some time has passed like a herald beneath a vow of silence Since the last day I came here Brisk air and cast light taste of bittersweet memory Upon a tongue with an acquired tolerance of rancor The streets are more empty than my heart remembers them to be A sleight of reality like the blow after the feint But I know what is missing is not of corporeality Movement is unbecoming yet possesses me so I am passenger aboard the train to downtown A place I am in even when I am not |
| That Waits |
| Frost tipped iron claimed in hills of snow Flakes falling in whispers from a black sky Caught in a lantern’s glow, flaxen for a moment But blue in landing, reminders of a lost warmth A jagged threshold where once stood a ceiling Now a gate for the absent moonlight That sleeps beneath cloudy sheets Resting willing, drifting even in slumber Here in a broken home, occupied in a stillness unwanted With frigid coal like the dust on seats long unimpressed And rusted metal aged in lethargy Inability fraught, doubtful of return Here lies the train that waits For a past stolen ages ago For a future as illusory as every worry For a motion impossible to have loved enough |
| To Adley Manor |
| Brighter lights cast longer shadows On the train to Adley Manor A venue known in no other manner Bon voyage to one walked up the gallows |
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