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You shouldn’t make it up

Of the man who maintained 

That women should refrain

From applying their make-up on a moving train.

 

I ask where is your brain?

And how dare you complain?

And does your arrogance stem from a taste for cocaine?

 

You’re archaic forsooth

Sickening #metoo my back tooth 

So yeah, you’re about to get burnt by the fire in this booth.

 

You claim that she’s uncouth

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This gushing of love from my eyes

At the dark-haired mug of the stepped-in passenger

Ugly like a dark night with no moon

Dirty with paint and with a grin

Of pain and tiredness and incomprehension.

Love gushes through eyes and pores

Of my skin, leaking out of any orifice

At the reticent hard reality of a train car,

The suited and tied clerk fingering

His phone oblivious o...

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10 Word Poem #1

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I've never been one to board common trains of thought.

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Not so gentle reminders

What am I supposed to say? Goodbye?

Goodbye.

That didn't work.

I'll try,

Try again. Bye.

It's fine. I'm fine. I'm alive.

I'm dying.

Dying, flying back

To the tracks

The click clack

The roar of the black

Train gliding by so fast

It lasts

Only as long as the last

Car to pass 

And brings terrible silence

Into the night.

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The Ghost Train

Down in the subway in the middle of the night, I hear a train approaching giving me a fright, For no train is scheduled this line has been closed for years, As the train grinds to a halt at the platform, it confirms my fears.   For this is the ghost train and its heading straight for hell, I hear the whistle blow and the signal man yell “All aboard! Its time to go our journeys...

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Tales from the bucket

When the steam clears

 

There’s a proper sound

something real

a “Clunk”

a proper chunk of past

proper steel to steel

wheel to wheel

a “Thunk”

something you can feel

 

I Thunk!

I clod about in boots

steel toe capped boots

heel to heel

steel to steel

It suits me

 

they are my rails

my parallel tracks

in them

I feel secure

on track

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Travelling Home

An evening, sitting, wanting, ripping, blackening.
An acerbic wind.
Wait for the train and the glut of passengers to spill out.
The end, endless encircling madness, himself in the wilderness.
Girls, Judas and their selfish wives, lives pass, suck Jesus.
In his selfish mask.
Tormented, pushed down, I’m full: kill, hell thoughts.
Giggle to stifle grief, uncomfortable familiar family and perfe...

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AMERICAN MIGS

 

AMERICAN MIGS

 

We lost Hugh. Flying such a beautiful little airplane in a blue desert sky, what a nice handling jet. Do what you want with her but no high speed turns too tight, might hit invisible wall in the sky. Dogfight every American jet fighter built none can beat the Mig17 Fresco. Turn on a dime, Russia did this almost right. Ultimate aggressor trainer, what better than to...

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