Long Poems About Trains

. never any signs and sounds
of a start .. this  train..  never
getting heated up even at 40
when the mid noon summer
pours in as magmatic wildfire
trying sucking soul to its last
dripping drop of its plasmic
firing flame still holding
under heavily watering or
ghostly wavering to severe
extinguishing acts-  that these
winds play in whatever jargons
.. of a clinical doldrum or
a monsoonal chaos



i wait and wait in an infinite
elusive wait .. to at least taste
your manliness airs.....

Azuls de Barrancas del Cobre  
(Copper Canyon Blues)  
 
Dusty Chihuahua desolation  
At lonely train depot  
Desert crossroads for rail journey
 
Arrival  
Copper Canyon is cantina calypso drums  
On the slopes of the valley spirit  
and the manger in a holy hostel  
is a bunk bed for my blue traveler soul  
Where a feminine voice sings from above  
A rosary in Spanish timbre  
As I sink into a paradise of lullabies  
To her novena nirvana
 
When the sun returns like a prodigal son   ...

Further Adventures of a Train Traveler

Yin: “My pup has an allergy to fake men.
So long as you aren’t one he won’t bite.”
Yang: “I’ll sit with you despite Mr. Growly-Teeth.”
Yin: “But I might bite if you put on airs.”
Yang: “Once bitten, twice smitten.”
Yin: “Alright, I’ll bite you
but not on our first date.”
Yang: “I bite my tongue.”
Yin: “The cat is out of the bag.
But please feel free to get comfortable
and poetic.”

Yang: “I wish you magical sunsets
in the Fellaheen desert.
I often imagined what it...

In the fading last light you're stumbling in the smoke of imminent doom
Trapped in a subway to nowhere, that's more akin to a maze, or a tomb
And there's a shattering shaking, as the earth is quaking under your feet
As you look for a way out, but there's no escape from a permanent sleep

And then you're turning a corner and ahead, slightly ajar, there's a door
But when you pass through there's no stairwell, there's not even a floor
And there's naught but air 'neath your feet and then a slope of a funnel
As you uncontrollably spiral, but there's a...