Poems · September 2017-TBD

“Train Stations & Reparations”

Christopher Hickey
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“Train Stations and Reparations”

Young man! Young man!
Entering the train.
Play me a song of a piano man.

Is it possible to turn up the volume?
The folks in the first car can’t hear your portable speaker.
Even though, we all can on this car.

I’ve never witnessed such impotent rage.
Collected and strained.
The old gent across, can barely escape.

Do you think it strange, Mr. No Name?
Assigning full blame, to patrons of trains.
Systemic lines, were built long ago, before we stepped on.

That old gent across, he wants to slap that music from your hand.
He wants to engage, filter rage.
And assuage, his gaining discomfort.

But, he is afraid.
Voice stayed.
He will go home and scream at his wife, instead.

You, are a threatening phantom to his mind.
A dementor ‘neath a hoodie.
You are nothing but a representation of something else, to him.

Your pain exists, but is veiled in your contempt.
Speaker speaking volumes.
Falls on deaf ears, angers and stokes fears.

Deafening apathy, perturbed by your attempt to be, heard.
Exceeding socially acceptable limits?
Its rather rude, guy.

Some eat hardboiled eggs.
Some clip their toenails.
But you choose to share misogyny and N-bombs.

Riding the rails.
Humanity fails.
No one, says nothing.

That, says everything


Published by Christopher Hickey

Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak. I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it. Some stats: Born: March 1974 Education: St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA DePaul University, Chicago, IL North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison. Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue. Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many. I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today. Some day: Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.

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