[b]Grief And A Hard Working Train Analogy[/b]
Sometimes it is just like this:
A daily commute to grief
Filled with tapering breakdowns
Long clatter-echo tunnels
Misguided, metronomic tracks
Offering little traction and less steam
Barely enough to raise a head and sound
A warning note that whistles out of tune
Then, when you finally arrive;
Minding your gaps and P?s and Q?s
There is a platform of disenchantment
Spoon-fed by the deceits of a new dawn
No greeting bells, no brass band
No cymbalic clash or tympanic rolls
Just the certitude of more lonesomeness
Pink mists, white noise and emptiness
tmc 12 years, 3 months ago.
