Railroad Tracks


 

Railroad Tracks

 

Railroad Tracks going up and down her arms. A magnificent bloody detailed needlepoint. Crack pipe blues.  Give me an avalanche of poison for my rebirth.

You don’t understand my journey.  It is one of withdrawal.

I.V.   Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip

Glazed look in his eyes transfers to me giving me Restless Womb Syndrome. He kissed me with such fervor and hunger that I thought he’d eat me alive.  He did.

Another baby born for sacrifice.  Screaming. Shaking. Yelling. Crying. Wailing.  Babies future fodder for grottoes and guttersnipes. Prison Pipelines like those white lines going up her nose.

Running a Train.  Subway Icarus suicide. Fried Flesh scent lives in my nostrils brain memory.  A Train to nowhere and oblivion.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Acceptance | The Daily Post


 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/acceptance/

Serenity Prayer

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia ~~ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serenity_Prayer

The Serenity Prayer is the common name for a prayer authored by the American theologian Reinhold Niebuhr[1][2] (1892–1971). The best-known form is:

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.

Acceptance

The Weather ~~ Something that is out of our control. We can only listen to the weather forecast and prepare ourselves either to go out or stay inside.

Death ~~ A sure thing. We are all gonna die sooner or later. Guaranteed. Another thing we have no control over but we prepare by taking out life insurance so our families will be able to carry on without us, making a will and making our Peace with God in whatever way we worship according to our belief systems.

Taxes ~~ Unavoidable especially in the United States where the working and middle class pay more and the rich and wealthy don’t pay at all!!  Thirty percent of my salary goes to taxes which I would not mind if I could see some improvements being made in the American infrastructure but that is wishful thing!

The New York City Subway system ~~ Over 111 years old and gradually collapsing by leaps and bounds on a daily basis thanks to government neglect and incompetence. The recently opened 2nd Avenue subway took 100 years to complete!! This new line only benefits those who live on the Upper East Side!

The fares go up almost every year yet the service continues to deteriorate. The trains are often old and decrepit. Due to the massive increase in the homeless population people live and sleep inside the subway cars and on the platforms. The poor are always coming through the trains begging for money since the government has more or less given up on those less fortunate. Arguments and fights are commonplace. And as I related in a previous January post sometimes people commit suicide by jumping or walking in front of the fast moving trains knowing that the conductor and motorman cannot stop in time.  Most times it’s like living and riding inside a Charles Dickens novel. The tracks need to be replaced and the signal and switching systems goes out on a regular basis. You may or may not reach your destination. I leave my house two hours ahead of time to get to work.

I suppose the only thing good that I can say about the subway system are the various subway buskers/entertainers that take your mind off the fact that your train is late (actually I’m not sure if the subways are running on any type of schedule at all!) and provide weary commuters with a few moments of happiness.

See the below link from my photography blog Roaming Urban Gypsy:

Repurpose | The Talking Drums

 

Subway Icarus


 

 

Subway Icarus

A boy of 14 summers long thought he could fly.

Transverse L train tracks. His momentum stopped by 3rd rail and oncoming train.

Leftover burnt parts carefully wrapped in a shroud encased in pine box. Neatly packaged and wrapped in time for the holidays.  A gift his mother could not accept.

Dance of the Dead.

Fears are paper tigers.  (Amelia Earhart)

Sometimes you should be afraid. Fear can protect you from doing something possibly fatal to your existence!!

banquet

 

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Banquet of the Starved by James Ensor (Belgian, Ostend 1860–1949 Ostend)

 

 

Island of the Damned
Island of the Damned