der nachtzug
a variety of trains, aka a "consist" of trains, click clack chugga chugging woo woo I think I canning all the way down a slightly violent, slightly surreal tunnel... If the imagery is a little tired, that's ok. I'm tired, too. Entry for Unfiltered.
Unfiltered you say
Unhinged say others
Unwound says Dana
Unsound, I think
Aaaand here we go
Quick this is a live one
Catch its tricksy quicksy tale
I mean tail
Before it vanishes with a flash and a slither
What was it? Oh yes. Unsound. Quick bring it back reel it in (tap the domino, watch them tumble, scribble scribble)
Of unsound mind and unsound body
That's me
Heading that way anyway
Choo Choo
All aboard the the train of thought
Not to be confused with the gravy train
The midnight train to Georgia
The midnight express
The orient express
Is that a scream from one of the cabins?
Shall I investigate, set my rattled-
(train rattling along the tracks, all along the tracks)
-mind at ease that there is no killer
On the prowl?
On the stalk
Leaf. Trembling.
Too risky to set foot out there
Where there's killers afoot, bogeymen and all sorts
Lock the door
Place my head under the blankets
Funny isn't it
When you want to kill your snoring spouse you put their head under a pillow
When you want to kill a Monster you put your head under the blanket
A deadly weapon is a bed, when you think about it
Bedly
Badly
Is this going badly? Or baldly.
Unsure. My hair could fall out from stress.
Or baldly could mean: nakedly, plainly, out and proud, balls out. Ugh. Balls.
Is it possible for a stream of consciousness to go badly or go well? I am probably not supposed to be analysing it. But they will. It just is what it is. Not good not bad just there. Very very there.
With that in mind-
(if there's room
with all those trains and all that killing--
really we're a sick violent lot, don't look at my search history--
and all those beds
squashy dangerous comfy beds)
... Then how are they going to judge it?
Anyway. Time for me to board the sleeper. Der Nachtzug. Guten Nacht.
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Comments (13)
Fabulous!!! Love your unfiltered stream of consciousness poem too!!!
I would say the train went off the tracks a little but I'm not sold there ever were tracks!! 😜 Very interesting mind map of yours, LC!!
Absolutely brilliant entry for the unfiltered challenge.
Oh, I like what you did here. The night train of thought is so much fun! Unwound and unsound... synonyms, perhaps? Words are tricksy! This is one of the best I've read, L.C!
Riding the gravy night train...madness all aboard...unhinged and unfiltered indeed.
I like your train! 😁 Love the humour injected here, L.C. Excellent job and glad you had fun with it! 👍
That was so well strung, I could follow your train of thought. Or maybe I’m the same tired and just love trains.
Someone has finally written a truly unfiltered, stream of consciousness poem and that someone is you. The whole idea of judging someone's true stream of consciousness based on any sane measure of art is absurd. I choose to judge based on how the randomness of the thoughts and the conscious resistance to organize said chaos into a recognizable form. In the seventies we called it letting it all hang out. And that in a word is courageous! But I know you just call it wacky!
I don't know whether to laugh or cry and who are "they" that analyze?
The bed part got me! Nicely done!
I have no idea wtf that was, but I'm here for the ride. Actually I'm wondering if you've spent some time inside my head because its kinda like that at times. Going off the rails! (Sorry, Ozzy).
Guten tag! And please, stay out of my head! This was excellent!
Crazy train and I'm here for it! well done!