"signalman" poems
COOL your heels on the rail of an observation car.
Let the engineer open her up for ninety miles an hour.
Take in the prairie right and left, rolling land and new hay crops, swaths of new hay laid in the sun.
A gray village flecks by and the horses hitched in front of the post-office never blink an eye.
A barnyard and fifteen Holstein cows, dabs of white on a black wall map, never blink an eye.
A signalman in a tower, the outpost of Kansas City, keeps his place at a window with the serenity of a bronze statue on a dark night when lovers pass whispering.
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I feel less haunted today
Less like the Signalman
of Charles Dickens...
No More morbid thoughts
Less of the "Sheep In Fog"
of the beloved Plath...
Today,
is the Day of the Philosophy King,
I am the perfect leader of Plato
Reigning on my own world,
I am in my 50 Shades Lighter,
It is November and, I am
A Radiant Strong Flamboyant
Shining in the Day,
Resting at night in order
To shine the Next Day,
I have now a free mind
Like a free stage,
And the Ballerina is already dancing,
In a pink Velvet Dress!
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC