Tall Tales

Appalachian feet touched the ties, waiting for the rumble of the train.
One, two three.
We played that game all summer
Where were our parents?
The lava relic rock wore smooth in my palm
as though I willed it to live with my sweat and imagination.
There was always as simple as that that I tried to breathe life into,
like the sad boy beside me, who didn't know he was sad
he had a drummer's spirit
like a child in a civil war
Go, he would say
But I would stare him down, and hold my bare foot on the track
till the vibration rattled my teeth and we at once saw the fear and the shame
the shame in the others' eyes at our fear and jumped all at once.
He and I were bonded
Neither one would tell, how we almost died
-almost come alive in each others' eyes

Poetry Challenge- Psuedo Science

So, Micheal challenged me to increase my output  in poetry, and also to share that un-perfected output with the world. The ideal is to write within a limited time frame with the knowledge of public consumption.
In the end, I'll be writing every few days and posting here.
Here is today's work.

Pseudo Science

Tea tree oil got in my sights
I use you on Thursday, but not on Wednesday
I didn't plan on you today.
Put your needs in their place.
Come back next time
when outrage has been penciled in.

And when you come to know yourself
As I have always thought you should be
you'll be over your childish angst
Thursday's the place to be.

Antiseptic in my eyes
It's nature's natural way.
Of giving you the better
for what you have to say

And when you know yourself
As I have always thought you to be
You'll find as I have to,
Thursday's the place to be.
Tea tree oil in my sights
planted in my brain
Antiseptic in my eyes
for knowing better ways

For when you come to know yourself
Up on that road ahead
It seems you'll never know yourself
Until the day you're dead.

I'll anesthetize your eyes, but sterile they will be
I have the planner, and only I can see

Thursday's the place to be

Come back tomorrow, I'll pencil you in.