On the train

On the train

This is good

I take you to poetry night

Stand up on stage unplanned and read quite spontaneously

But I didn't

This was planned

On the train



On the train I describe to you in streaming poetic verse my plans for the night

How we'll go from here , two step amidst lamp-lit willow trees pouring over black canals

Pretend we don't look beautiful in the reflections from the water

On the train



On the train the sun has yet to begin its setting and I've yet to stand up here

And make possibly the greatest mistake of my life

By dropping into this poem anything at all about fucking

On the train



On the train

Buses are overtaking us and school girls arrange jackets and compare iPod playlists

And I'm thinking up the perfect metaphor for your hair when the driver interrupts with "Amstel"

River or beer it's your call.

On the train



On the train

We go to a quiet bar and the scene of misdemeanour

You haven't run off yet in embarassment and I can still look you in the eye

And explain to you all the parts you misunderstood

"Oh," you say in slow, perfect, easy California drawl

"It really was a Hollywood songbook after all"

And melt into my arms

On the train



On the train we've decided it's OK to hold hands

Your head rests lightly on my shoulder wondering how you could possibly reply

You're blown away

On the train



On the train

Your eyes glint black from the half light of the stage

You're still and looking radiant and not squirming with embarassment

You haven't left, which is a sign and I'm wondering if I should freestyle

Curve these words to the situation

But that won't work; you've done enough already, best play it safe.

On the train



On the train I've come up with the following verse:

Tortured early

She wears it like silk

Like that smile

Lightly and devastating

Keeping others at bay

Too precious to rip off

Or have touched by anyone

On the train

Please do not come with this poison

Force me to drink as if it was medicine

You do not know what you serve

Or that I've drunk too much already

That's OK. I'm a fool and I knew it wasn't healthy

You did not know. We both learn.

Now I will stop drinking

Say goodbye

And never see you again.


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Living is pain

But you're a dream I'm willing to follow


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Love like the trauma I've found it hard to understand

This starlight wishing

As under a candle

Troubles somehow

Still to miss the point


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Out of sighted mind

Out of sighted mind/Dreamfill/onspark shower/deliver on/spend woeful/endstorms/toward final/absolute shaken/of vowels and substitutes/vicious name leaning/keeping us from//hellsground in leached on/grape-fuelled/argy armies/of despair/Greek up and lovify/egret posture/swarm arounds/Great lily suckers/liver ground/sister fuckers/hells frustrated envy/tells of grawled/paper nasus/gracious/thorough blending/aunt tie?/ frayed ground and/end type/masquerading hatful/dole chon/Thou/gram

Wonder

I want to pray for you

Spend good times with you

Learn love with you

Discover what it is with you

In Incomparable union

Divine knowingness

With you

~

Lady Long time dark endure

Lonely

Light does guide me

To you to encourage the flow

Like crystal sparkle silver storms

That go between us

In streams

Love time load

Wandering done

In your arms to rest

Heart gilded, joined to mine

Throughout

Throughout

There was you

In aftershocks and marriage blows

Crazy streetfight wannabes and hurled abuse

There was you

~

Lady, let me lead you astray

For a time

Fall and make it feeling

Like the last surrender these tired eyes

Will make.

Tear down, stand up

Tear down these walls

Lady spring time

left it lost for telling

Or could have if you'd listened

Scribe the arcs beneath your hand

Skin pimpled at four am but still sweating

Lady breath and wimper

and come

free me out

standing and non-plussed leading

lady clean

and inside wish to

try and be a better

man for a hand

carve butt leaving

scars of ecstasy take

me clean and

another time

lady make

me big time

do this again some

time and again

loose you through you

but all of it for a song

Ladies and the winsome time

Of you, australia

all that was told

or wasn't

we tried all

and for nothing

gain easy pleasure

a some time dance and colourful

hosiery on the bedroom floor

lady in your spring time

make me autumn and

knackered wrist

I have a memory of you

summer way to make this better

make this last

lady spring time

do worse

come home