Memories.

[sister_luck]

Journey

an empty mind
only music in the head
I'm sitting in a rattling train
on rusty rails
in winter the heating is on high
in summer everything sticks
to the fake leather seats

outside the window
old factories built of red bricks
and scrap metal piles
haven't been moved
since I was four
and went to my Gran
over the cast-iron bridge
it's black
a century old or so
built for eternity
my father used to lift me up
so I could see the valley
there's a disco
called EXIT down there
a river, too
and steep hills with wet trees
it must be autumn
or is it spring and the green
is still a bit indecisive?

under my feet the radiator
knees up against the window sill
with the sticker: do not lean out
a nerve at my right eye
is trembling, sending
little shockwaves
guitar riffs correspond
with shrieking brakes
the walkman is essential
on my journey
through a familiar word
I love

1991

Edited to announce there's a typo in the last but one line - it should be world - but word seems to work too.

Comments

[paranoid-blonde.livejournal.com]

Just one word...

WOW.

[sister-luck.livejournal.com]

Thanks. There is more to it than just the words, but that's not an entry for today.

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

Loving it.

Wish I could write poetry like that. ;-)

[sister-luck.livejournal.com]

Thanks.
I'm a one-trick-horse - it's my only good poem.