Glitter Station - an experiment of poetry or fiction
Lost in Love like a glitter station, Dark train come to take me away – a tunnel reached down to oblivion – along walking tracks today, yesterday searching for gold in the glitter searching for glitter in gold, I hum, mining the air for faces and gems I see’r face smiling and leering some, all talking, whining, grinning, lying in the glow of a momentary bullet-train, air sprinkled with magic in a mystical moment – I capture a (re)cord ‘fore it falls below. The darkness of the tunnel, as it returned, along with silence, loneliness, echoed, hello, hello, hello I cry back hello!? and the echo laughs, bye girl . Glitter turns to static and then turns to snow. Is there anyone out there? ( I have a few questions before I can answer ) I’d remember if I could what we all saw just a minute ago, I described it in my record as the pitch black floor giving way to a pale brown lamplit dance hall; no one ...