Walking along some railroad tracks!

 

Walking along some railroad tracks!

where do they lead, stranger?

back or forth, or to the end,

I’m glad you’re coming too.

If we hop a train, i must say,

it would be scary without you.

hobos live in dusty corners,

yelling at those who venture near.

smelly animals, dead or live,

can ruin a starving hunger.

Cold— 

his fingers grip my shoulders in a moonless night.

Warm stories pass the time.

The metal path has a gentle curve

that makes us forget we’re even moving.

but the uneven ground

is unsettling.

I am enamored by your quick step,

each foot lands with firm trust.

I trip no matter how

I try to impress you...

stumbling into love.

Finished Painting

 

Passing an artist just before sunset she 

had been painting alldaylong in the park by the bench 

every person in passing in six seconds or less and 

capturing the life of the line that was a person 

Packing up her brushes and not a single empty canvas 

I wished to paint her Beauty with so many words endless but 

Skryllex playing in my head and 

the ketchup on my shirt said no 

I returned to the spot where she seemed planted even 

in the snow with a space heater granted a 

ridiculously orange umbilical cord 

to keep her paints from freezing 

She pulled out a thermos which was steaming and 

offered me up to the dreaming filled 

with mushroom soup and breath and 

grew old with me until death