night train

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Toothless spots one of his fish leaving the pile. A stealthy Terrible Terror is exposed as the thief. They​ ​tug​ ​on​ ​the​ ​fish,​ ​and​ ​it​ ​snaps​ ​back​ ​into​ ​Toothless’​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​swallows​ ​it​ ​back​ ​tauntingly.

ESCAPE TONIGHT

ALONE WITH A DREAM OR TWO…
EXHAUSTED MIND IN UNREST…
NO LOVE GIVEN IN A LONG TIME…
A JOURNEY WITH NO END…
NIGHT TRAIN’S RESTLESS POUNDING IN MY BRAIN…
ESCAPE TONIGHT, ANOTHER ADVENTURE LIES ON MY WAY…
ANOTHER JOURNEY WITH NO END…
CONDITION UNEVEN LIKE
THE FROSTBITE’S GRIM COLD GRIP OUTSIDE….

Originally posted by railkidapparel

It takes sleep with it,
jerks & strains among the coupling weight
of a midnight switch, then off again

toward some outskirt of dreams, past
the last crossing where a pickup idles,
its two passengers vague shapes.

From an opened boxcar, the view
streams to a blur of shadowed trees
as the last town slips into memory—

one more unknown place of unnamed faces
for a person who already knows too many
strangers.  But you prefer it that way,

alone like a brakeman on a graveyard run.
Each night’s a new destination as you lie awake,
imagining what it is like someplace else,

the lingering heat reason enough
to keep evening moving in its own light—

Greg Sellers, from “Night Train,” manuscript-in-progress, 2017