"She pulled out before the red-dawn light..."

“Skinned Knees and Hapless Strangers”
music:(please open music link in a new tab to enjoy while reading) How’s It Going To End ~ Tom Waits

She pulled out before the red- dawn light hit the tree tops
And traveled through county after county of noxious pollution
All she knew was she would not be returning that way ever again
And that retracing her tracks back to Andiana, would never be the solution.

"...caught in a web of no-entry beams..."

Somewhere near Agora her humble train derailed and slid off a trestle
She got caught in a web of no entry beams that flipped her down a ditch

"Almost breaking her neck and skinning her knees..."

Almost breaking her neck and skinning her knees, she started to wrestle
with the idea of leaving her locomotive behind or find someone who would switch.

"She ran back to Bedstraw..."

She ran back to Bedstraw through tunnels and desert cactus flowers
The sky was swirling in colors and strange signs and vehicles floated in the air

Hostility now a constant back theme as she jogged towards Castle Towers
The ghost of a small mutant- being zipped ahead like a rabbit out-running a snare.

"Choose us instead of Death!"

Danger! She felt Danger everywhere and so vulnerable off the tracks
Her lungs were aching from the effort and poison posing as a breath
Then an apparition chugged out of the fetid steamed-air, ’twas  a moving smoke stack
Three wayfarers holding on for their lives yelled,”Choose us instead of Death!”

"The Driver lost control at Agora Mall..."

But Death seemed to be another passenger riding along in their car on patrol,
Like a transparent stranger who caused accidental  derails when least expected,
And just as they steamed  past Agora Mall, the silent driver in front lost control,
They all screamed and white -knuckled the railings as over the bridge they disconnected.

"The sky bled and she saw visions of war..." ~photo Missy Rothmanay

What was the last thing she remembered? What ran through her head full of curls?
The sky bled and she saw visions of war, sky ships and the Mayan Prophecies

"The car lost its' battle to gravity..." ~ photo by Missy Rothmanay

Traumas from childhood mixed with beet root sunsets, a line of cyborg chorus girls
The car lost its battle to gravity and she blacked out mumbling something by  Socrates.

"When she awoke she was the only one left on the train"

When she awoke she was the only one left on the train, and was pulling into Myron Station
The fate of the hapless strangers was uncertain, but they were nowhere to be found,
Dizzy and confused but thankful to be alive, she headed towards Datana to continue her migration
But was rail-blocked by a hydra-headless- phallacy, who was crawling its way out of the ground.

"... rail-blocked by a hydra-headless-phallacy..."

She left her  train on the tracks taking it as a sign, when she came across another hand car.
The small things in life and on the rails, were the best gifts, if you knew how to live the day.
With the wind at her back and sounds of rare mountain birds calling out to her from afar,
She rode until she knew she had arrived, at what would prove to be her first happy stay.

"With the wind at her back..."

to be continued…

Karima Hoisan
Feb.18, 2011
Poecila, SL

*We will leave our poor girl to rest and recuperate for a while before  she resumes her travels. The time for hot baths, new clothes and romance seems to be right about now…

"She can dream of three cars with her name lettered on the sides"

A Girl Has To Dream
( Please open music link in a new tab to enjoy) Country Waltz~Angelo Badalamenti

A Girl can dream about trains and wear her heart on her sleeve.
She can dream of three cars with her name lettered on the sides,
Or maybe someone to love her, as she wanders and wonders where she will sleep…
In the end, a map-less journey with no real plan, is what will  define her ride.

" she wanders and wonders where she will sleep.."

She can envision big tract homes with a sauna and swimming pool,
To feel what it would be like to be the mistress of the mansion,
To have hardwood floors that didn’t move, tiled showers and a closet full of shoes,
Instead of her hand car that made her feel sweaty, sun- burned, and quite phantom.

People seemed to pass right through her, all who she met along the way
They hurried on to destinations somewhere far-destined and further down the tracks
The only conversation she had shared while she was moving through the days
Was with some Bedstraw penguins who seemed stiff and never answered back.

"...some Bedstraw penguins who seemed stiff."

Still traveling through Bedstraw, she found a stand with handmade steam engines,
Basic in design, costing only a coin, the advantage was they rolled on their own .
She figured her days of standing and pumping would be  coming to an end then
And pulling out her last 10L she started it up and left for towns and stations unknown.

"the advantage was they rolled on their own"

Some times a girl can have nightmares as she is riding the rails,
Castles become monsters and hallucinations change clouds into death ray beams.

"Castles become monsters..."

In those times, it’s best to find a grape arbor, sit on a post and eat sweet fruit until full,
Find a spot in Cycnia to sleep through the night,  because at the end of the day…
a girl has to dream.

"it's best to find a grape arbor..."

"Even in Cycnia a girl has to dream"

Karima Hoisan
Feb.15, 2011
Cycnia JERS Railway SL

to be continued…

*Please see my comment for slurls to some of these places