on the morning train to munich

from my sketchbook

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unobtrusive neon bathes
the briefcase on the hatboard in a surreal light,
coat in front of me, (cashmere probably),
rocks in synchronous rhythm
to the shivering train,

no one talks,
paper crackles, stock reports, economy news
&clanging spoons in night black coffee
ghostly silence–
(still)

maybe hell’s a bit like that i think,
a nowhere space,
a vast array of neutral grey in various shades
and a waiter with shaved head
who asks you if you wanna read the daily paper,

out the window,
landscape’s a deep rabbit hole,
&i pull out my sketchbook, draw the silence,
black and white, paint myself in
and how falling well beyond what’s within view
can change our life forever,

i realized only at the end
that it was Johnny Depp who played the hatter,
(like you do with the familiar
when you don’t expect it)
“if it is my dream
i wanna give direction where it’s heading”

from the other seat,
she looks at me, i bow over
while the guy next row orders another tea
“wish i had your clarity” i say,
things often blur in my world– that’s a problem”
“yes, i know” she nods

“so where you going?”
“direction christmas mainly”
“that makes sense”

“the thing with dreams –” i say,
“either too big//too small// key’s not fitting or–“
“you know, they’re stretch-able”
“i often spread ‘em on the floor//tryin’ to sort//
through the emotions mainly”
“works sometimes”
“sometimes it kills me”

the tall guy ‘cross the aisle keeps staring at my knees,
he’s hungry,
the same way we all are,

i lean back// book open on my lap//
trace the sun, the moon,
the things that shrink & grow

how it alters our perseption//
coffee stains drip weird patterns in my brain,
i need a hat i think, a scale, a wig,
or just her eyes

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We’re writing Alice in Wonderland or Advent for poetics today at dVerse…. either or…or both combined… smiles… doors open at 3pm EST