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Off the nine to five
And onto the train
The time machine to the present
My daily reality check
Light, shadow, light, shadow, light
Seaved by the tall buildings of the city.
Now you don't
Now you see it
Just like little Timmy, the neighbor's kid,
Through the gaps of the wooden backyard fence
Running up and down, and round and round in circles.
I could have sworn then that Timmy was the happiest kid in the world,
Always gurgling with mirth as he played in the
garden.
Sometimes he laughed so hard I thought he would choke on his own laughter.
Light, shadow.. light.... shadow........ light........
The train shrieks and shudders to a stop.
More white knuckles grip the railing overhead
A gorgeous lass in a red dress boards the train
I would have offered her my seat
But she had declined another before I could ask.
The doors close and we pull away from the platform
........shadow....light.. shadow,light,shadow
The next stop was 5 minutes away
I close my eyes and try my best to whisk my mind away from this commute
Something happy, I insisted with my mind
The ocean froths around my ankles
Sand oozes between my toes as the sea pulls away
A gentle southeasterly breeze combs my hair as I watch the sun dissolve into the sea
As the first star takes stage on this lovely canvas, this reverie melts into another memory
Of background laughter and hearthside chatter
It is Christmas, and today, the turkey in the oven acts as our Glade plug-in
I blow warm air into my chilly hands
But relief dissipates quickly
Compensated, however, by the warm fuzziness of the occassion
In a flash, goose bumps travel across my skin like falling dominoes
A high pitched sound rattles the train
And I am sucked out of my reverie
Into a reverse whirlwind of images.
Toasty hands, fireside laughter, drowning sun, lapping waves, coarse sand on wet feet
I open my eyes and find myself back in the cramped sweaty train
The lights overhead are flickering like the wings of a butterfly.
The screeching intensifies
As the train struggles to stop.
I cover my ears to prevent the needles from going in.
I stare at the woman in the red dress
She flashes me a sinister smile.
With a wave of her hand, her red dress falls to the ground,
Revealing her naked body, fully tattooed with names.
His name is on her body.
In red.
"Take his name of your body."
"Take his name off your body, " I utter with my
shivering lips.
"He is the nicest, sweetest..."
She squats down and spreads her legs open like a wine bottle opener
As she does that a viper shoots out of her vagina
And slithers in the air toward me.
I am too frozen to move.
I feel the cold reptile pass through my chest
And I fall face first to the ground.
I land on my side with a worm's eye view of the train.
All I see are feet.
And a silky red dress.
The red dress melts,
And seeps through the floor of the train
I turn away and stare into the ground
And I see him through the floor.
I come face to face with Timothy Darren Black,
Little Timmy
His back on the ribs of the train track.
Released at last,
As light turned to shadow for good. |
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