train
Waiting for the train to roll or Charon the ferryman The tracks are the Styx and the Lethe between anger and forgiveness We follow the flow and keep a penny for the fare Life is a slow river and in our modern fears We have scattered help points along the way But they will not […]
The dark asphalt ribbon marks the divide of the unknown origin Between the white and white of the sullen and empty plains The electricity fairy iron trees shake their frozen skeletons The clouds dissolve into a melancholic drizzle of slush and snow Discolored northern lights slowly weave the future into the past As the train […]
Everyday is a new challenge to get yourself from here to there They take your money and let you wait endlessly on windswept platforms Mumbled excuses on garbled PA, money is scarce and transport elusive We live in the shadows of a long dead American Dream It is not a shadow but the choking smoke […]
Locked in their high towers surrounded by barbed wires and miradors The last surviving workers of a leisure world look at the travel machines standing idle on the eve of departure A big black man in an orange vest stands like a guardian angel of escape dreams and mind voyages over faraway horizons The morning rises […]
The clouds build long walls against a sky made of hazy threats in his retreat the sun leaves golden tracks over the crisp landscape Every fence is a barricade, and you can almost hear de defenders breathe The landscape awakens as a live painting, crouching and eager to slake its thirst at the silvery raindrops […]
The slow and deep green river is about to freeze Dying like Napoleon’s retreating armies on the Berezina As the row of trees on the far side is slowly hewn into an army of twisted bleached skeletons The river flows through the landscape The landscape flows through the window frame As the train hurls itself […]
Scrambling to leave some hostile shores or impending doom People are no more than distant shapes hurrying away before the incoming storm The train is just like a spaceship ready to leave a long rocket launcher that will position our living modes into a vertical lift-off Departures bear the sweet and sour taste of exoduses […]
Standing stranded like bungalows and beach houses after the sea took the last train to the coast Night will bring back the cohorts of dreams and mares behind the windows of flickering light that shelter the dwellers for the night but no more The morning will come too soon with its daily chores the incessant […]
Sitting behind the window of a passing train Inside looking out at the men’s doings Like some temporary god holding to a camera to stem the tide of time A bridge spans the River Thames ferrying hgv’s and their secret loads An train like some blind caterpillar follows the lights to an uncertain collision But […]