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| Joan McNerney |
Falling
down through blackness
into dusty subterraneous
tracks where trains race
silver roads speed through dream
stations transforming tunnels
with bolts of blue white sparks
Falling
on a steel car looking out my
window how many times will
this bullet train spin off rail?
how many times must I ride
that dark horse called nightmare?
in air off course tumbling down falling
Falling
dangling on thick utility cables
over edge, through trees into lights
crashing fast against buildings
now flying through space
careening in pitch black nightmare
my silver train shattering glass
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Dream Blue
Deep blue midnight blue.
Once in a blue moon.
Driving a long blue van
through a deep blue sea.
The steering wheel pops
out in my hand, this long
blue van crashing crashing.
Cold cold everything cold
Water cold icy cold.
Falling in icy cold water.
Once in a blue moon.
Diving between the devil
and deep blue sea.
Driving through waves.
in dream blue.
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Lost Landscape
I am driving down a hill without name
on an unnumbered highway.
This road transforms into a snake
winding around hair pin turns.
See how it hisses though this long night.
Why am I alone?
At the bottom of the incline
lies a dark village .Strangely hushed
with secrets. How black it is. How difficult
to find what I must discover.
My fingers are tingling.
Smoke combs the air, static fills night.
Continuing to cross gas lit streets
encountering dim intersections.
Another maze. One line leads to another.
Dead ends become beginnings.
Listening to lisp of the road.
My slur of thoughts sink as snake rasps grow
louder. See how the road slithers.
What can be explored? Where can it be?
All is in question.
***
Hurry!
Let's stand and sun like salty seals
touching mud with all our toes.
One big wave can push us over
laughing tumbling in the brine.
We'll dive in ocean hiss swish
riding with bluewhales, bluewaves.
Brush of foam and windy ripples
sunbeams chasing quicksilver fish.
Floating through our shining world
fragrant clouds, feathery clouds.
We weave one arm after another
wearing bracelets of watery pearl.
***
“A” train
brassy blue
electric
close eyes
watch points
like stars
think now
how insignificant
compared to train
speaking for itself
stars known
in no language
burn shoot
thru
tiger’s eyes
brain in
constant action
reaction
to what we do not know
plans of distant stars
galaxies floating as
“A” train
silver worm
slides under
big belly
of city
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