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Train Station
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Poems From the Road A train stops
somewhere.
Pale strangers
with hungry eyes
and dazed faces
gazing ,
dragging baggage
and dusty- shoed feet
right over left,
into the station.
Miles of
dimly lit cavern-corridor;
the acrid city air is heavy
with filth and hopless
prayer.
woven metal wastebaskets overflow
yesterdays black and white news
wet;forgotten.
And ticket-stubs
torn in half
like the curbside heart
of those bid fare well
shabby cloth flea market millionaires
in toothless rummage-through
almost carefully...
for tin vessel pocket change
to trade for
bottles of wine,
or six- packs of beer.
Clinging to the littered walk,
the transient liquid mass
of faceless caricatures
sweep like dust
across a glass photograph.
Starry-eyed children laugh
and talk happy things
to a gray haired lady in a
cat sweater.
My how youve grown.
A sharp mechanical scream
made necessary
diversion from the hi-heeled
woman
flesh vendor,
hair dischevled;
pleading for fare.
A serpet hiss as doors open and exhale
an overdressed man with plastic hair
carrying flowers;
greeted by his long awaited lover
and her open arms .
Transition.
Train station.
Mysterious intention.
Cause, or affliction.
The place where the journey
begins or ends.
A travel weary heart.
castaway of a vast unknown,
or drawn back to sanctuary home.
Where love chases its
furry phantom tail....
And
where hopes sprout
like spring blossoms,
or wither
like the skin of an old whore.
Faceless
Love all the faceless caricatures. the flesh vendor to the plastic haired man. Good read all the way through.
thanks for the read and kind
thanks for the read and kind words
I adore the imagery you so
I adore the imagery you so well-used in this write, William!!
Very strong, very 'in your face' descriptions of this thing we call,
society.
Thank you! I appreciate that
Thank you! I appreciate that you took the time to read it
:)
really loved the last line "hope sprouts like spring blossoms or wiethers like the skin of an old whore", its kind of a beautiful juxtaposition!
Much Love
Ashley
thanks
It really kicks a bit of grit at the eye, and sometimes even that has its place in thing. I am both humbled and delighted that you enjoyed some thing ive written. More to come :)
:)
can't wait for it!
Much Love
Ashley
Oh goodie!
we're having tacos winks........ stole that exhuberance from a phone commerical! Am looking forward though to reading more of your work. Sincerely, M.
like the skin of an old whore...........
abrasive yes but truly appropriate I must admit. Hit me like a slammed door in my face. I didn't see that coming.............. You wheedle words like a sword. Careful now, don't cut your readers lol.............. Ginsu poet.................Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.
Aha!
Flesh vendor
Furry tailed phantom
I am fixated on those snippets.
really does
paint a lucid painting :)
I love poetry with imagery to indulge in...it really tickles my brain sometimes