The crackling hum of a transformer near byseem's to hiss from all angles.
A train rattles in the distance;
the ominous engine beating, lurching
forward, metal against metal,
screaming
like banchees and old horror flicks.
The giganticness of it overtakes the electrified hum,
and as soon as it was it wasnt,
the engine beating on down the tracks.
The silence creeps back.
into existance until all
that remains
is
the hum,
and the occasional
chirpings
of crickets.
Free style record of sitting at night in a train yard near my school in good old Tiffin, Ohio. I needed a breath of fresh air and some time to think. This is probably my most existential poem. lol.
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I completely love the ending. its so powerful and gorgeous. I feel as though the beginning could be more powerful. While its gorgeous, I want it to hit me harder, you know?
but this is amazing, all your stuff is
It does needs some editing but you mentioned this. nto is suppose to be into and etc. But I think you have a wondful work here. It full of life and sounds. Original concept. Great write over all.
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