Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Friday, September 09, 2005

My Train

The air is still tonight
My neighbors are gone or asleep
Phone unbothered tonight
by taxmen and collectors

My mind is still tonight
Unclouded by problems
And the un-lover who
slipped away years ago

My child is restless tonight
Feeling that his day is undone
Something more to do
But can't determine what

My television is off tonight
The people there aren't like me
I am patiently waiting
For Orion to grace the evening sky

The winter stars are my stars
Since before the dark years
There was more poetry in me
Than science and it is still true

My son, it seems is the same
Needing to catch a midnight train
That is not coming, itchy feet
To ramble regardless of the hour

RH sang "I often dream of trains"
"Taking me to paradise"
Well the trains around here
Only carry yuppies to work

The short train has just carried my son
Into my room to show me a picture
Of a baseball player with long arms
Trying with all his might not to sleep

The air is still tonight
My neighbors are gone or asleep
In the distance I can hear my train
Strange...how it never quite arrives

4 Comments:

  • At 12:15 PM, Anonymous the anti-garfunkel said…

    "Train in the Distance" Lyrics
    (Paul Simon)

    She was beautiful as Southern skies
    The night he met her
    She was married to someone
    He was doggedly determined that he would get her
    He was old, he was young
    From time to time he'd tip his heart
    But each time she withdrew
    Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
    Everybody thinks it's true
    Well eventually the boy and the girl get married
    Sure enough they have a son
    And though they both were occupied
    With the child she carried
    Disagreements had begun
    And in a while they fell apart
    It wasn't hard to do
    Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
    Everybody thinks it's true
    Two disappointed believers
    Two people playing the game
    Negotiations and love songs
    Are often mistaken for one and the same
    Now the man and the woman
    Remain in contact
    Let us say it's for the child
    With disagreements about the meaning
    Of a marriage contract
    Conversations hard and wild
    But from time to time
    He makes her laugh
    She cooks a meal or two
    Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
    Everybody thinks it's true
    Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
    Everybody thinks it's true
    What is the point of this story
    What information pertains
    The thought that life could be better
    Is woven indelibly
    Into our hearts
    And our brains

     
  • At 12:33 PM, Blogger Armand said…

    I have never been able to disagree with Paul Simon.

     
  • At 1:23 PM, Anonymous the anti-garfunkel said…

    well, I do wonder what Simon and Julio were doing down by the schoolyard. And he once sang that he'd rather be a sparrow than a snail--maybe so, but it's still kind of creepy.

     
  • At 12:38 PM, Anonymous Ringo the Love struck Rocketing Spork, in a fit of 80's digression said…

    "This is an announcement
    For the transcendental run
    The train now standing
    Leaves for higher planes
    Due to a derailment
    There will be no other train
    So why not hop on this one?
    Hear the porter's glad refrain

    Each carriage is connected
    As is every single train
    The rails all form a track
    Which is a link within a chain
    The chain's connected to another chain now
    You will need no ticket
    If you wish to ride on this train

    All aboard the express kundalini
    All aboard the express kundalini
    All aboard the express kundalini

    The song is in your heart
    Your heart is in the song
    The song is of the earth
    The song is of the sky

    You are disintegrating
    Into everything around
    Reintegrating
    The worm we dug from higher ground
    You have let go of ego
    Ego is no longer you
    Closer to nirvana
    Since the porters whistle blew

    All aboard the express kundalini
    All aboard the express kundalini
    All aboard the express kundalini"

     

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