By
Fiona Pearse
Aboard the Waits Train
(Listening to Tom Waits)
All aboard the Waits train
It’s a lovely sound you make and I’m not the first to say it
Leave your bags and credit cards behind
Find a seat that slides
You move me
Let your soul take a ride
To an old world
Where everything is sepia and torn
Over gravel chords I can’t see home any more
Out the window to your left see the dark side of you
Out the right, as tight as night, it’s a belly-bound snake that knows the truth
The ruthless toothless chattering of fate
Cruelty makes the world go round for heaven’s sake
There’s a tumbling that’s threatening to crash
Laughing at the entreat of the tracks
Allow the salve to take effect…
A melody beguiling like angels rising, there I’m free to wonder without words
Bursting at the lightness of the piano’s knowing
The refreshments cart is on its way
Outside the window my world is flashing by
Take something with you when you leave
Alight in your own time
Playground of My Youth
The hill
Playground of my youth
An hour after school
The grass always damp
shadowed by oak trees
The stream
below a bank
of weeds and old rope
Mudslides in the rain
leave ridges to climb
The bridge
where boys on bikes
smile down
Too old for plasters
Too young for kissing
The bushes
A shared cigarette
There a man
with need to shock
means no harm
The old castle
A magic forest
An electric walk
A first kiss
The end of youth
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