PreDawn

#NaPoWriMo

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Day 24

Hello reader, just a side note here, I’ll be putting these poems on my podcast in May and discussing my journey. The podcast is KDOI Podcasting click on the link, there are 3 seasons worth of art, discussion, interviews projects and more.

Today’s (optional) prompt is to write a poem that, like “Dictionary Illustrations,” is inspired by a reference book. Locate a dictionary, thesaurus, or encyclopedia, open it at random, and consider the two pages in front of you to be your inspirational playground for the day. Maybe a strange word will catch your eye, or perhaps the mishmash of information will provide you with the germ of a poem. For what it’s worth, my 1961 edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica, Volume 11, has just informed me that despite “his beauty,” the “profligacy” of the Emperor Heliogabalus’s life “was such as to shock even the Roman public,” while also presenting me with a lovely little line drawing of a variant of heliotrope, the flowers of which are said to smell like cherry pie.

PreDawn

24 April 2019

Its five in the morning

and the activity happening is like watching

a movie on fast forward

The scramble to get the closest spots

pulling through spaces

multiple attempts to back into stalls

and the inevitable bong

when bumper kisses guard rail

The dingy sodium lights

only pollute the sky

making clouds appear as pastels from grade school children

Rather than roust themselves earlier

or taking a later train\these denizens of the 300 line northbound express

dart between trucks and cars driven by bleary eyed commuters in hopes of getting  an upper level seat

the coveted area of the train that allows for some comfort and maximum privacy as it carries only single seats

Is watching controlled chaos the highest form of entertainment possible?

This is not to be missed, seeing humanity crush humanity for a bit of comfort

Some do sit in their car and watch with smirks and grins

those on the 302 know to stay out of the way until 300 pulls out of the station

They sip their coffee that has just lost its heat to be called luke warm an is now entering the tepid zone

Cigarettes are puffed on with gusto

AM talk radio or NPR can be heard throughout the parking lot

These people waddle to the train station

discussions of last nights game

or admonishments of the current government

are the sounds that replace the buzz of the 300 hive

Some on 302 are of the sleepwalking tribe, resting on benches or railings

Everyone is mentally calculating their spot to where the train will stop and the door will open

and when the train overshoots, in their opinion, it is someone else’s fault

This is Leland Station

my temple of tranquility

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