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Oh! I will not stop
I still think at that
She salutes me

With a word
No
With a promise
False
With a look
Attacks

Every bone
Makes the sun
Shine

At the foggy days
At the dark night
As the moon comes
No the sun

And I will travel
By the train
No
Plane
Gone
The rocket
fast and speed
the love is the deal between two hearts.
A train of thought
With its narrow windows.
Snapshots of the world.
Sit down next to each other
And see the world flying by.
Kelsey Oct 8
To the late night train
You hop on and off of
Making frequent stops
Working overnight for your enjoyment
Over worked and used
Is no longer in service
We had to realign ourselves
andY Oct 5
the spark in your eyes
snatched my breath away
addicted to your smile
cause it takes my pain
wish this moment'd last
till eternity
but yet i know
there is now way
to talk to you
so let me say:
remain the same
you're beautiful.
The police have been called
On me five separate times
This year but I just can't help

Myself from peeping,
From taking photos of everything!
Have you looked outside?

I never had, I never did
Not in my first life, I was in too much
Pain to see past my fingers

But the second time around
I take no stretching tree,
No alley cat for granted

And when my mom's neighbor
Saw me lying prostrate in
The dirt by her flowers

Yeah it may have scared her
In this day and age,
But what could I do?

I'd never seen Orange like that!
I had to capture it in my memory
Bank, which is to say, a photograph

In my mind the pictures all fade,
Especially true since shock
Therapy a few years ago

But honestly, the think that gets
People the most is the pacifier,
I'm a plural system

Which is to say I'm a multiple
Or if you are my doctor, then
I have Dissociative Identity Disorder

Is it my fault that the best
Photographer in my system
Happens to be a three year old boy?

That he looks at everything and
Sees it for the first time in awe,
In shock that people don't see it

That magic all around us
If you had the power to go back,
Wouldn't you?
If you could?
...
Choo.choo!
Heber Creeper is the magic train
I grew up next to
...
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3308809/midway/
So there we were on the cliff above the railroad tracks, the Missouri River Bridge in the distance. We’d armed ourselves with sticks, rocks, and pellet guns. We were a ragtag militia, all fight and no war.

The roar of the oncoming train drowned out our planning for anarchy and unfocused mayhem.
The five of us waited, unsure how to take best advantage of the rolling brown and yellow Union Pacific. Dan looked at me and wiped the sweat from his face with his *** Pistols t-shirt.

“Let’***** it!” Rob said. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t say no. If I said it was wrong they’d have laughed and done it anyway. Tingles ran down my legs. I leaned against a nearby cedar and craned my head in the direction of the oncoming train. From our vantage point on the bluff amongst the trees, the unwary conductor would never see us. I waved to signal the others as it arrived.

The ground shook as the train roared below us. Deaf from its passing, we used hand signals like the guys in Red Dawn. That’s it! That’s who we were! We were the Wolverines! And I was the scout who had just spotted a resupply train that was carrying logistical necessities like...

“Cars! *******! This one has cars on it,” Kevin yelled. The other soldiers all gathered rocks and threw them at the passing supply train. I yelled “Wolverines!” as they pelted the evil communist convoy. The four of them joined me screaming the same. My blood boiled, and my face went hot as I embraced the guerilla tactics.

I was dumbfounded when Rob picked up a boulder... and lifted it over his head like a weightlifter. As it flew through the air in deliciously slow motion I thought for sure it was just going to drop straight down the face of the crumbling bluff. Then, with accuracy too precise to have been planned, the boulder crashed through the front windshield of some red Ford, and due to the speed of the passing train, blew through the back glass before tumbling to rest on the hood of some blue Chevy below it.

Dead Flippin Silence

“Rob! *******! That was awesome!” someone said...Tim, I think.

Rob stood with fists pumping in the air. He won today, and he became the captain of our squad. I picked up a much smaller rock and threw it, watching as it clanged helplessly off the train’s metal siding. The Russians would surely come looking for us now, and this was a hit and run raid. We bolted from our perches and sought other opportunities to hit the Commies where it hurt!

We really wanted to be Anarchy!
Circa 1989. Watch the old Red Dawn and pretend you're too young to know better. (Also that it hasn't aged poorly). Also, listen to the *** Pistols. If you can't... It's on you. :)
annh Sep 16
Up
At five,
Rummaging
For matching socks;
I meet my train, asymmetrically dressed.

‘Improbable as it may be, the day still has a few indignities left.’
- Colson Whitehead, The Colossus of New York
My professional life
Started right here
At the Dairy Keen

My first job
Felt more like
Just friends

Hanging out,
Family
The MaWhinneys

It was a second home
One that just
Happened to pay me

And when
I'm real lucky
These days

Big David comes back
In town and the
Train opens up again

On the Sabbath for
Free for family
And for close friends

And the train won't turn on
And neither will the registers
But all the magic will still be here

Poem
That
Came
As
I
Ate
A
Train
Burger

Posted
On Instagram

August 19, 2019
https://www.instagram.com/p/B1XHJi-BFc8/?igshid=h18ddm6l5r0j
Pastel blue sky longing to
Hang over wheat;
There is only grass.
Green.
Green with envy at white clouds as
They pass.

                  (A different journey)

Poplars strive to touch
Shrunken, grey clouds that
Recoil at the very sight.
Ah, the plight of an
Innocent gesture.

               (Nowhere else to go)

Wind snears:
My train moves it so.
Grass is merely in the past
As I am slung
To and fro.

                          *

The seat next to me is empty. A passenger of invisibility kindly agrees for my bag to rest on their featherlight lap. Reservations elsewhere have been made.
Durham can wait.

                            *

In my lecture, there were four empty seats next to me. All other rows were full.

                            *

Last Monday, I got ****** at Stone Roses Bar. Stumbled along to ‘I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor.’
Hands were all over me:
Creeping and
Touching.

                     Why is it that when
I want company, it flees?

When I embrace
                            Loneliness,

             It molests me.
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