Train A, traveling 70 mph, leaves Westford heading toward Eastford, 260 miles away.
At the same time Train B, traveling 60 mph, leaves Eastford heading toward Westford.
When do the two trains meet?
What do they sound like? What happens if one crashes? Would they ever meet?
What if both are just a figment of my imagination to begin with?
Are the seats lined in tweed or crushed velvet?
Who is conducting and are they qualified to do so?
Who is riding and what are they running away from?
His love was a long black locomotive
But he was no simple toy machine
No, that man’s coal is particularly potent
Filling my body’s arcane stations
With the scalding steam and tenebrous melodies
Emanating from his heart’s iron calliope
He tears through my tunnels
Like a hollow point bullet train
My very own baritone roar on rails
The dangers rising as he careens toward me
His darkened cars harboring a circus syndicate
Malignant narcissist harlequins
Sleeping tigers in ornate cages
Entertainment for all ages
Our collision’s inevitable
His convulsing engines never slowing
Leaving me on my knees
In the plume
Of his smokestack lightening
a. duncan, 2019