train to chicago

traveling feelings of nostalgia

 

reclined

hood on my head

iTunes in my ears

i’m bouncin’, gazin’ at the trees

and marinas

the coal train blockin’ the view

four hours turning into eight

time to think, i’m thinkin’

about the guy with the turntable

wondering, should i turn back?

apologize

try again and take it slow

like this train, slow motion

 

i want to read what he’s been writing

i want to look at, hold, smell

his books

images of other loves and lovers creep

from the sky of my mind’s reality

meditation or meltdown

no formula, yields no solution

now, the train is restless and rough

doors are opening to nowhere

a rush of heat in the cold atmosphere

i’m waiting for the afterglow

 

my headache persists

flowers see the sun from the rubble

and so can i

i’m the happiest sad girl i know

are they worried i’m a w***e

or a star?

like this train

sometimes i move slow

sometimes i move fast

sometimes i park for a while

but i always gotta roll it seems

 

i take my men to see sunsets

falling stars

their wishes come true, so do mine

but i still haven’t really gotten mine

do you feel me?

feel me tremble

like this train, ‘til i get off

then i’m back in the big city

full of fish outta water

and me

me

me

all i’ve got are these words

 

these words

Reviews

[Michael Lasalle]

colette, the ending is absolutely breathaking, you sum up the pinnicle emotion, defining the drive intent, your clarity is touching in itself,i love to read your work slowly to absorb the imagery,as you take the reader to another time and place, asseen through an artist's soul, captivaing, peace, mike

[SweetPeachesAlways]

NIce imagery...

i take my men to see sunsets
falling stars

[Wilicous]

this ends weak...it seems you had something else to say...