Category Archives: Trains

“I’ll Not Wait”

“I’ll Not Wait”

I’ll not wait till dawn to praise the sun;
Shadows follow closely where I sleep; this night must end:
I’m guaranteed as much. What, then? Tomorrow? What? Again
A word’s delay a world away is all, so, patience me. The midnight trains still run
Their course–stampeding to the east to crawl back westward–and catch
The rising or the setting cosmos all along the local milk run. Coaches
Matter not, jettisoned or newly recreated in the Milky Way, we approach
Our destinations, dusks or dawns in proper times; passengers dispatched,
Who only seem to arrive at destinations previously booked
And so we do not blithely cease to live because we wait
Upon a final station or dream of tracks not even built. Medusa guards the gate
That turns all nightly plans to stone, and we her momentary shades that looked
To make the journey know the Night Train only claims a means to ends
Through mirrors while season tickets mark what joys the daybreak sends.

“The Weekend Mystique”

“The Weekend Mystique”

The weekend mystique, the rush’s rash in weekend treks
From Victoria Square to Rigaud, and then of course the sack–a nap
Or two will do to cast the bones, sift the spirits, pump the sap
From toes to heady regions of the lobes and neck
And coax that Ka from out the closet, the familiar that brought
The body from the cemetery to the métro once again–
Refreshment redux; reinvented–and then
The taxing and taxes, the proper pressures as they ought
To be addressed with reverence, aplomb, with nothing more or less
Than fumes and just a touch of lead; another zygote, another test,
A sudden hush in fast forward. As it were, what one would guess
Should gross at least as many pixels from the guest
Appearance at the office as in the kitchen round the pot; the chat room’s histories
Blush as fingers dance across the laptop revealing candid mysteries.