The train

It's not a boring description of a train and it's mechanisms

Iron body trying to control my existence for nearly two days,
Entering into a challenge of do-or -die.
I enjoy the moments you offer
Yet, my mind retreats somewhere knowing the fact that I am not in my very abode.

I cannot move my body, succumbing to your stiff, stubborn speed
Swinging to and fro and cradling me by taking wherever you can.
Sitting in one corner, I can never be exhausted with the delicacies of nature
No scope for vagaries there
Yet, a feeling of execution.

Deep in my gut, I feel like puking out those little molecules of Nacho chips, , Puffed rice and tangy chicken.
Devoid of movement, my limbs aspire and orgasm to walk, at least some 30 steps. Sometimes, I feek like going above your head and do the nasty dance like some typical heroes of the ancient times.
if I do not qualify,
I can at least think of flying over head like a fantasy hero
In search of something,
He knows is worth dieing for.

I feel like penetrating deep into your stiff, iron bones and break its very crispness like a ice wall collapsing from a fist-punch.
Jerking comes and sands drizzle,
Basking in that juxtaposed summer sun,
So lucky they are to get this tan
While I am so cold and numb inside the cabinet amidst the air from conditioner, making me feel tamed
The fact is I wanna run wild, absolutely untamed.
Like you run, ignoring those bushes aside
You have airs about yourself
Vegetation bows down in front of you and gets raped to make way for your flirtatious movements.





You got no destinations to hurry to
You got no committments to make
If you die somewhere,
You are not the one to be blamed.

Author's Note

I have always hated these long, tedious journeys. If it's short, it's love.
Moral:too much of anything is bad.

Reviews

[dan]

FCB, I love how you stitch seemingly disparate thoughts together to build a cohesive garment that fits just right. Your thought process is a wonderful thing that we are allowed to examine and analyze. This piece flows, but it also echoes the clickety-clack of train riding and surfing the tracks in search of a whistle-stop café so you can forget the chips and enjoy some wholesome fare. May all your trips end with a smile. take care...dan

[fattycbreezy52]

Thank you Dan.I appreciate that. Journey still continues. So I really want a happy ending,)

[Misery]

No mundane train here; but a soul's own desires and aversions seemingly at war over the same crisis.
It is always engaging to trace the points of view your poised pen reveals, dear Fatty.

[fattycbreezy52]

Yes,so true Kevin :)

[Misery]

Fight wisely, warrior-poet.