Let the Train Whistle Cry for You

I am the lonely train's horn blowing in the not too distant future.  I lumber past but catch the eye of those involved.  Large, untimely, and without remorse.  I pass in the night with little notice and yet touching those open to hear the mournful cry.  Always headed somewhere and nowhere all at once.  no stopping.  never resting.  My brain knows not what the body does and yet it all connects in a mass of metal and screaming joints.  The thick metal carcass travels abroad knowing fully it's all the same.  They'll all be the same.  Predictable.  The troubled wind blows against my immensity.  I strive against time itself.  Searching, longing...meager.  Mediocrity seems welcome relief after the travels I've seen.  Something still amiss, I will trudge through the broken tracks and fallen timber.  A heartbeat pulses in time with my increasing movement and I pass through yet another town of faces I've seen all too often before.  They are mere remnants of myself;  Facets of my own personality.  Together, each a car of it's own yet all secured to the other.  We'll come back someday, if we do not lose our way.  Let the train whistle cry for you.  Let it bring you back to where you belong...joined to the rest with iron and solder.  We will remain unbreakable, unleashed and attached until time itself tears us from the other with rust and stoic grace.  

Conversations with a Crazy Person

'Oh man, I must keep the water going in the shower for as long as possible to maximize the effect my  expensive conditioner will have on my scalp and hair follicle.'

Totally.  You do realize that every iota of water you've just wasted on 'maximizing your conditioner' would have accumulated enough in the few seconds you had it blasting heat and pressure on your back and neck to save a small village from walking 25 miles to get to a well....a well dug forty seven years ago, replete with disease, packed with dead and crawling insects, and much more mud than water....much more.

'I got this shit for free!  Well, it was practically.  It was on sale for half price and the manufacturers made a special extra large bottle so I got 50% more.  Steal.  Steal of a deal.'

The water's turned cold, you've been in too long.  Did you know rats are excellent swimmers?  I've seen one twice....a brown rat.  Cute.  Fearless.  curious.  Good combination, no?

'Did he have a nice smile?'

Why must everything be about boys?  They are all the same you know...

'I know.  But.  I just like 'em.'

You sir, are obsessed.  Or bored.  Christ, keep busy.  You have things to do, things to focus on.

'Yeah, but there could potentially be boys when we're focusing and you must have soft hair for when that happens.  Even if it looks funny right now and I'll never quite understand your motives.'

No motive.  Just trying to remind myself everyday that til it grows...you are not ready.  A simple string on the finger, note on the fridge or hair on the head.

'You're a fucking weirdo.'

Takes one to know one.