"THE TRAIN"

There's graffiti on my brain
That was written in sign language …
It comes from this train
I think it’s talking to me
My skin is pale and dry
Its skin is rust and cracking
A hollow metal whistle
And two threatening people
See me tonight.
It’s all smoke but I’ve never
Used a mirror
And I never will
Its tendons are linchpins
On which to hang
Yourself
Its spine is a ladder
That’s grown too old and
Crazy … crazy
Have you ever wished you
Could create your own words?
I’m a number 27
Draft gear.

Arnie was a man who lived on this train. Eighteen hundred and seventy-two. His wife had a curtain dress and a wicker basket. They would pull a computer out of this basket and throw it at people who were watching.

Another man on this train was “Mister Anachronism,” they used to call him. He drew on the train with watercolor rust after talking to a medicine man. Arnie and Mister Anachronism were friends until they hit a curve in the road. A whistle blew and it shot Mister Anachronism’s eardrums open. Arnie only lost a foot. Ever since then, Mister Anachronism kept killing Arnie by putting his neck through a draft gear.

When Arnie was thirteen, he ran away from his home in Alaska to join a traveling circus monkey band. In said band, Arnie learned the dangers of hardwood books and mind-expanding vinyl. Three blocks away from his house lived a little angel. She watched Arnie until he called her “nothing but a plastic floor show.” This upset her and she went back to the underground. When his hands were cold, he climbed on the train to steal their coal. Thus Arnie became the rust that skins the train today and it’s lynching undone.

"the dull painted brown fool."

the significance of
the barbed wire on my fence
shows a muffled response
pain is getting intense
to destroy the defense
holding the keys to spite
it's a painted brown fool
who believes in what's right
understand in the light
dull as the golden rule
war of conscience is lost
freedom's used as a tool
and the painted brown fool
ignored hatred's right cross
spiraling upside down
our religion the cost
the bright pink holocaust
of the wrong gendered town
makes it harder to smile
than to squeeze out a frown
in a dull chiffon gown
here she dances to life    dancing down for a while
the price of our victory
curséd by freedom's knife.    is consumed as a trial

"Musings Vol. I"

11:01 April one
shattered world
splattered smatterings of paint
on my window
down below she cries
"Why," and I try to say
that maybe it's not going to happen.

the wind is silent it stares through me
wrapping me in a glare
the penetrating eyes of high nature's wind
envelop me where I don't know.

on earth I have time to say
she is mine and nothing
bothers me at all.

silent and shimmering the crying
world is dying. I embrace it; the 
tears on my face are a long way
from drying.

elementary school trying to
help someone I need someone
where are you elementary school.

the animals who never talk
cry out to me as I walk by
their cages. Tell me you need
me I hear them say as I run past
their cages.

all despair and destitution the happy world smiles
shine as you lose all hope try to say
it means something

fake and false papers show
me your precious truth. Heavenly
rumors lead me to the door of your heart.

the golden pillars at the castle's entrance
were shining and speckled with silver.
Lavender loves and dreams fall flat
on the second floor. The maidservants live
to break through to you from the
dark wall of me.

Decree and I may live. Flee from what
I lied I had to give; two sides that don't
forgive  me tried to survive a bad dream.
A beam of light destroys the two of us yet
again. Toy with my might; take flight as
you and I strain to accomplish the task of the night. 11:27

A thousand years later I cry as I retell my life with
and about you. I can't hold you in my hands without
being reminded of kings and princes and all
things mirthful and jolly.

twenty years ago I saw you for the first
time once more you're beautiful. The
time of you that I once possessed has
diminished and now you're falling asleep.
I am still with you and miss you horribly.

Terribly physical memories; I show you my
scars and you laugh once again in my
face under water. the stream of my
mind ends with the letter "y."

when I'm back in the air I'm floating with
you; the wind underneath as the ground is
above us. I get lost in a daze in my foggy
haze as you remind me of times past. Comparisons
fail me as these days cloud my memory of
the sciences and the air. Currents of you
grab me through the air; utterly helpless I
am drawn to your light. Pain is once
again attractive as we sail underneath it all
hand-in-hand back on land above the atmosphere. Touch
and stop me if I get too close. Let me near the space of you.

More comparisons to the light and oxygen
debt causes me to choke. Do you think it's a joke
you wrack my brain. Insane thought though I've
been through this in your life. Ask me the questions
and I'll tease you with your identity. No, you're
not perfect I see once again as you scream at
your own hideous beauty. Attractive as always I
say that maybe it's not going to happen.  11:40