that’s the date in June 2010.
i want to differentiate
cause see i’ve talked of trains before.
in absolute way quiet three a.m.
that’s when they come, you know.
with first a subtle vibration in the tracks
from twelve to fifteen states away.
then i got up ate, slept and ate and drank and slept again.
three days later Goliath Machine approaches town,
of course total darkness.
not a star out tonight,
they only come like that, at night you know.
steam rolling vibrational thunder.
with a whistle
a warning
hear it
You
You there
I mean you
Take warning - Watch yourself,
I am coming.
shakes ducks eggs in the marsh
corn kernels rattle off cobs in the fields
and homes from their basements trough foundations vi-
vi-vi-vib—vib-vibrate.
god o’ mighty it’s Heavy Metal son of a bitch
clobbering everything.
i’m three blocks away from the tracks
and total down to dust destruction,
every home, bird’s nest and dog house
tween here and there destroyed
by the merciless rattling shakathon.
yet, like a mystery,
somehow
sleep comes,
deep mellowing sleep.
and then magically
when first bird tweets,
all is rebuilt by dawn,
everything, up and down the streets,
including fillings, crowns and molars replaced
and neighborhood groundhogs back in their burrows,
robins eggs return to their nests,
no cracks in the sidewalks, no more.
all is well again, healed by sight
of first morning light
when i awake and go to the window
and look out that way
to see what happened.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
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I like it! I read it aloud, partly because I enjoy it, and partly, to drown out the TV noise (my son is home today), and it's the perfect way to read it, to appreciate the voice of the speaker. It reads between a poem and a humorous narrative. Your rhythm, sound, and imagery are flawless. It gives the reader a real sense of the noise, and the physical feeling that goes right into your bones, when a train passes close. And that middle of the night feeling, not the peaceful calm of a shugging choo-choo, but a rip roaring tornado. I love the touch that it all gets set back into place, right down to the fillings.
thank you, Annie.
mornings have a way of healing
what goes on at night.
hello. thanks for stopping by my blog posts. I see you are a wonderful poet and a visual artist as well with your etchings-- very creative.
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