Railroad Crossings Touch My Mind

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Railroad crossings touch my mind
Worn jeans speckled with fading paint
Buddha found lying by the curb
Sorry ma’am, I’ve never been a saint
Life is an amazing gestation
There is nothing left to lose
Those stars have lost their luster
Welcome back home to live the blues
Daily life has never been easy
Always some sort of pain to endure
Demons breathing down your neck
Silently waiting for another liquid cure

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Shifting

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The more he thought, the tighter he gripped the wheel. His anger was getting the better of him. He knew he was right to leave. There was no way to win in that situation. He was seething with fury. This was no way to live. There had to be a way to not get this upset. He had to learn to control himself.

“Fat Bottomed Girls” by Queen blared from speakers as he shifted his anger. His knuckles were turning white. The driving made him feel better. There was fresh air and endless opportunities ahead of him. The music surged through him, sending the speedometer needle around the dial.

He was over-accelerating by the time he reached the top of the bridge. The tires got squirrelly, but he held tight. Traction was regained through his tight grip. It was a smooth, downward curve out and away. His speed was getting out of his control. He made a conscious decision to slow down. There was no reason to end up dead before anything was resolved. He downshifted to third. The car shuddered as it slowed.

There was a red light at the bottom of the bridge. He was glad he had decided to slow down before then. He sat at the light, waiting for it to turn green. He could feel his heartbeat starting to slow down. The deep breaths were visible in the cold night’s air. He zipped his sweater up to the neck, sticking his face under the turned up collar.

We all have choices, he thought. I don’t want to live my life angry. The light finally turned green, but he didn’t move. The car just sat there with his hand on the knob. There were no other cars out on the street at this hour. The lamps were spaced too far apart and did little to light the boulevard.

He slammed his foot downward on the pedal, jerking the wheel violently to the left. He made the U-turn and kept his foot on the floor, shifting up through the gears to fifth. He was going back. There was no point in running. That wasn’t going to solve anything. He hoped she would still be there. He hoped she would listen.

It didn’t take him long to get back up and over the series of bridges crossing the rivers. His speed was once again out of control, though anger was no longer motivating him. The need to return and talk things out were at the forefront of his mind.

He pulled the car into the circular, gravel drive in front of her place. He rushed out and ran through the front door, glad she had still left it unlocked. He found her sitting on the floor, right in front of the fire he had build for their quiet night.

“I’m sorry.”

“I am, too.” Her tears were fresh. She didn’t look up at him.

“I’m sorry I got so mad.”

“You left me.”

“Yes, I didn’t want to argue any longer.”

“You left.” She repeated. His heart sank.

“Yes.” He wondered what was the wisest choice for his next words. He decided there were no right words. He just sat down beside her and reached out to hold her. She recoiled at first. He allowed a hand to just linger on her shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He paused before leaning in to wrap her fully.

Railroad Crossings Touch My Mind

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Railroad crossings touch my mind
Worn jeans speckled with fading paint
Buddha found lying by the curb
Sorry ma’am, I’ve never been a saint
Life is an amazing gestation
There is nothing left to lose
Those stars have lost their luster
Welcome back home to live the blues
Daily life has never been easy
Always some sort of pain to endure
Demons breathing down your neck
Silently waiting for another liquid cure

Floating Amongst The Blue

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Floating amongst the blue
My bones drying in the heat
I’m still thinking about you
Relaxation, such a novel treat
Life cherished in these days
Not the change you wanted to see
Time ignored in many ways
I am sorry, for I am still only me

Kiss Me Like They Do In The Movies

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Kiss me like they do in the movies
I don’t want you to melt, wanting to remain
I’m sorry I perved on your body
I allowed my prolonged glance to strain
I’m modestly hot – it’s been said
With the charm to make your heart flicker
A true gentleman, though not always pure
I am man enough to dampen your knickers

Those Beachside Fantasies

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Those beachside fantasies

Her returning to my mind

A short-lived summer love

Tracking down what I won’t find

It was a patriotic stance

I believe it was July fourth

Still sorry she couldn’t stay

Time for her to head back north

Though we still had one night

She was beautiful as could be

Wrapped loosely in that flag

On the shores of a moonlit sea

I sit drinking Lonesometown brew

A strategically placed heartbreak

Try to give her the benefit of the doubt

Can’t deny all the pain left in her wake

You’re Cold, Calculated & Good-Looking

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You’re cold, calculated & good-looking

Left behind your classmates long ago

Wandering the bottom of telegraph hill

Boys of the varsity crew dutifully row

Looking down through expensive lenses

Never stooping below your vertical reach

Self-confidence not what you reveal

Truth of the matter, aren’t you a peach

Through all these delicate years

I’m still here, feeling sorry for you

Hiding in this city is not an escape

An anonymous life not so fresh & new

Skirting this issue you may complete

Being breezy like a windless chime

Slipping just between your fingers

This just must not be the time