(The people who know me better may remember
it's my birthday today but still no stopping me
on Napwrimo. As previously hinted, there will
be extra pieces to help me finish off the story
and I can now confirm from today for the last three
days, there will two poems per day. Talk about
making life harder for myself - lol. Today's poem
is Andy with the killer finally meeting)
(Also included is our latest guest poem from Stormy Gail Dormire
who offers Approaching Station 12 directly set in this world)
XVIII (A)
Broken into pieces
He
pumped shell after shell
Into
the spaces
Round
the doorarch
Above
me
Spraying
it so much
It
looked like
He
was redecorating
Rather
than trying to kill me
Screaming
‘Die, Die, Die’
With
such force
It
sounded like
He
was trying to will me
To
death
When
the bullets didn’t
Losing
the thrill
When
he kept pumping
Them
out
And
none of them hit me
Before
proclaiming
Eventually
‘How?’
‘I’m
not sure
I
know myself’
I
said walking
Slowly
towards him.
XVIII (B)
Slim
as a flute
Accompanied
by flames
And
muffled cries
I
wish I could say
I
grabbed the rifle
And
threw the bullets
Off
the balcony
Headlong
into
The
doorway
Sculpting
hope
From
the worst of misery
Packed
within sandwiches
Experimenting
in voices
In
miniature
Laced
in pessimism
Instead
Doubling over
The
balcony together
With
only one
Further
sentence spoke
‘This
is only the beginning,
‘This
is only the beginning’
Approaching Station 12
Go back, Go-ooo Back, go back, go-ooo back
the wheels rolling down the track
seemed to repeat over and over and over
Go back, Go-ooo Back, go back, go-ooo back
From deep in the shadows it watched and wondered
“Why was this man not seeing the peril approaching
Why hire supposedly safeties best security - if
He only sits and watches the comely women boarding and leaving
Following their every move inappropriately”
While - right in the snipers line of vision
The train approaches the train station
On the train
An innocent child is coloring in her mother's new mystery novel
A clown is selling balloons ahead in the next car
The right Father Henry reads to sister Ann about the apostle
Immigrants from far off India watch their new world out the window
The conductor strolls congenially down the aisle greeting all
“Station Twelve ahead.” He calls
And the wheels rolling down the track
continue to repeat over and over and over
Go back, Go-ooo Back, go back, go-ooo back
The train lunged and shivered
As the vaporous shadow crystallized
Lunging to grab the cord above the guard's head
All business now the guard fights the spector
While the passengers cower in fright
And the train keeps rolling toward the station
The specter moans
Does anyone hear?
The guard has fought him off
He howls with frightful frustration
The sniper is wait---ing, wait--ing, wait -ting
Your doo-oomed , all doo-oomed
And the wheels rolling down the track
continue to repeat over and over and over
Go back, Go-ooo Back, go back, go-ooo back
Tugging her mothers sleeve, she points him out
“Can’t we help him, he wants us to listen”
The little girl cries
While the immigrants hide between the seats
And father Henry holds up his crucifix
The clown rushes in and pulls the cord
Slamming the conductor to the floor
The train rolls into station 12
But no one feels the bullets when they come
All are safely hiding between the seats
The specter disappears into the air
His duty done
His little girl and wife will make it home
(clarice) 04/10/2015
Approaching Station 12
Go back, Go-ooo Back, go back, go-ooo back
the wheels rolling down the track
seemed to repeat over and over and over
Go back, Go-ooo Back, go back, go-ooo back
From deep in the shadows it watched and wondered
“Why was this man not seeing the peril approaching
Why hire supposedly safeties best security - if
He only sits and watches the comely women boarding and leaving
Following their every move inappropriately”
While - right in the snipers line of vision
The train approaches the train station
On the train
An innocent child is coloring in her mother's new mystery novel
A clown is selling balloons ahead in the next car
The right Father Henry reads to sister Ann about the apostle
Immigrants from far off India watch their new world out the window
The conductor strolls congenially down the aisle greeting all
“Station Twelve ahead.” He calls
And the wheels rolling down the track
continue to repeat over and over and over
Go back, Go-ooo Back, go back, go-ooo back
The train lunged and shivered
As the vaporous shadow crystallized
Lunging to grab the cord above the guard's head
All business now the guard fights the spector
While the passengers cower in fright
And the train keeps rolling toward the station
The specter moans
Does anyone hear?
The guard has fought him off
He howls with frightful frustration
The sniper is wait---ing, wait--ing, wait -ting
Your doo-oomed , all doo-oomed
And the wheels rolling down the track
continue to repeat over and over and over
Go back, Go-ooo Back, go back, go-ooo back
Tugging her mothers sleeve, she points him out
“Can’t we help him, he wants us to listen”
The little girl cries
While the immigrants hide between the seats
And father Henry holds up his crucifix
The clown rushes in and pulls the cord
Slamming the conductor to the floor
The train rolls into station 12
But no one feels the bullets when they come
All are safely hiding between the seats
The specter disappears into the air
His duty done
His little girl and wife will make it home
(clarice) 04/10/2015
Thank you for including me Andy....I am so enjoying your story
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