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Delicious Seclusion of Train Platform After Midnight

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“I can't ever understand / Why my life been cursed, poisoned, condemned / When I’ve been tryin’ every night to hold you near me / But I’m a-tellin' you it ain’t easy” New York Dolls, ‘Subway Train’

Eyes tip-toeing over

flotsam of sleeping habitat

to the hills that follow

 

This is closest we ever get to foreplay

nests her head on my shoulder

 

I imagine we’re lost in the country

no land, no landmark

only black and solid hills as compass

like walking through black

and white grainy cine film

 

Reel to reel, hand in hand

twenty-five frames per second,

pray tell the Gods of Silence

that hands between your thighs

is more hushed than branches breaking

 

The moon remains aloof

silver spinning disc

circling humanity,

ellipsis eclipse of desire o’er reality

and then…

 

She lights a cigarette

ashen, pallid, steel wheels

turn and light the funeral parlour

 

The next departure is my arrival

it’s the longest journey home

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    1. This poem is beautifully vivid and cinematic. I love how you blend the quiet of the night, the train platform, and motion with personal reflection. The imagery of film and landscape creates a strong, lingering atmosphere – really well done.

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