notebook notes from a stormy train ride (friday morning)
Posted: August 3rd, 2008, 10:30 am
clouds perfume the air with their electrical stare
the black, funeral mantel - angry, inverted mirror, reflecting nothing, expressing everything.
everything below seems somehow brighter under this heavy furrowed brow.
the impending tension of the storm - electricity dancing hysterically in a vacuum jar.
birds fly scared in the air as the train, brave in the rain, swims over tracks illuminated by pink-headed, yellow-headed flowers in the grass.
stopping at a station I see a symphony of ripples performing their individual minuscule act on a platform puddle -
the audience of red faded pink railings and quickly rendered graffiti stand unamused like the sky.
a fresh breeze picks up and the sense of a cooler morning lifts the day's spirits.
the sky's edges lighten, her tears subside and her moody brow is ironed out...
the sign of cranes on the edge of the upside down bowl herald Glasgow's arrival.
tall buildings' wet shoulders are huddled together...
the black, funeral mantel - angry, inverted mirror, reflecting nothing, expressing everything.
everything below seems somehow brighter under this heavy furrowed brow.
the impending tension of the storm - electricity dancing hysterically in a vacuum jar.
birds fly scared in the air as the train, brave in the rain, swims over tracks illuminated by pink-headed, yellow-headed flowers in the grass.
stopping at a station I see a symphony of ripples performing their individual minuscule act on a platform puddle -
the audience of red faded pink railings and quickly rendered graffiti stand unamused like the sky.
a fresh breeze picks up and the sense of a cooler morning lifts the day's spirits.
the sky's edges lighten, her tears subside and her moody brow is ironed out...
the sign of cranes on the edge of the upside down bowl herald Glasgow's arrival.
tall buildings' wet shoulders are huddled together...