Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

6 Train Ride Haiku

Rumble under foot, 
breath spreading through my belly—
standing on the train

Asleep on the train—
an upside-down umbrella
dangles from her hand

Speeding between stops,
blur of walls through the windows—
a train underground

*

On a train at dawn
we burst out of a tunnel—
mountains of blue clouds!

Clattering of rails
and some ripe basso gossip—
three men ride standing

Through the rear window
I watch where the train just was
rush away from me



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Blown Down Blues

Oh mama...I’m so sick and sad 
Oh mama...things looks awful bad

All the famous faces
Look so mean and mad

Oh mama...everybody’s used
Oh mama...what we gonna do?

The bank went broke when the deal was done
Then all the houses of cards blew down
What’s the sense of pretending they’re still around?

Oh mama...where we gonna turn?
Oh mama...we keep getting burned

Dealers keep on dealing
Like we’ll never learn

Oh mama...will it ever end?
Oh mama...what’s around the bend?

A sudden rumble took another tumble
In a boom that just went bust
Is there anything left for us in the dust?

Oh mama!



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Crack in the Ceiling

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