Poetry Blogs (2019, dichotomy)
This isn't the last train. But the late train
has no quiet cars. If a baby squalls no conductor
shushes her. You must shush her yourself.
The late train has no dining car. So board
this train now, or pack a picnic, your own
tablecloth, napkins, napkin-rings, silver,
porcelain. The late train has no schedule.
Depends on how many girlfriends the brakeman
wants to vi...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 2:00 am
You opened my eyes
then shut them again
the sun shone
then came the rain
the joyous rapture
and the ceaseless pain
that today sounds insane
once a transport of delight
now a trip down memory lane.
Saturday 12th January 2019 3:51 pm