Open Poetry #48 |
This Train |
Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
The sky had raged one big dark fist. The menace shadowed innocence the sun sparked like a junkie's bic tarnishing the spoon. As if the cotton filtered it the pain of train rolled down the track: "ssssshhh-kerouac-shush-kerouac" The rhythm of the rain complained resemblence to his silver drool dried between gray whiskered age pied parchment muttered wider cracks in his lips while he slept fits as if the moon had broke a tooth while nodding night against the glass-- "ssssssh-kerouac-shush-kerouac" and in my head a Guthrie tune paid homage to the words I lacked. I watched him die right where he sat This train was glorified too fast. I watched him dead. I watched us pass an oil well as the sun hatched a new day on a farmer's field listening to the sound of steel sing "kerouac-sssh-kerouac" comforted by wheels. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Fantastic write. For too many years I plunged the steel rod into my veins for that trip to escape reality. I survived. Mobile, Alabama. Gas station toilet. Sink tap had no water. Drew water from commode. Yes. That desperate. Shot up. When I was able to get up I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a monster looking back at me. I flushed the remaining dope down the toilet and stomped the spike into a thousand pieces. I hope the one you wrote about did something similar. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Wonderful "down to the bone" write, Karen. Ida |
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Lady Goodman Member
since 2012-10-04
Posts 193 |
I lost the first version of this--I didn't write it "straight to keys" either. I was happier at the outcome of that one, but I'm appreciative of your time and replies. Thank you both. *hugs* |
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