Walking is a Reflection of the Inverse of a Dream

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Trains and electrical towers buzzed in his head. The locomotive is a moth that drinks only from puddles that harbor the reflection of the moon.

And the moth, now a locomotive again, falls into the reflection of the moon.

Later that night, neither the rain nor the rain against the windowpane make a sound. It is the tree roots drinking, it is the roots of stars drinking. That resonate.

21 thoughts on “Walking is a Reflection of the Inverse of a Dream”

  4. i like electrical towers even though they might be dangerous. these ones look like they are ready to start doing a dance boogie or a wild west shoot out. either way, it’s exciting.

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      1. railroad tracks seem to be part of a mythology, a new one that hasn’t been registered at the local mythological center…..so much industry and hobo-ism and all in between these tracks.

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      3. that makes me think of the neil cassady end of his life mythology, that he just conked out on the tracks in mexico like a locomotive that ran out of fuel. but i don’t think he was keeping a journal at the time so now that you mention it, you could write a series of railroad track poems book.

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  6. This is astonishing. I might include it in an anthology of “walk poems”–a subgenre with many illustrious examples.

    I covet your beautiful walking place. (Maybe you’ll find Neal Cassady’s corpse sprawled on the tracks.) I used to live a stone’s throw from a rail trail; it was a great place to walk my dog. But now I have to drive to a good walking place.

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    1. Thanks! And crazy as this sounds, I was obsessed with Kerouac in my early 20’s. And I did go down to Mexico, to San Miguel de Allende, where supposedly Cassady died on the tracks. I did go walking on some tracks there, but never sure if it was those tracks.

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      1. Oh, man, I envy you that experience. I would’ve lain on the tracks and played dead and stiffened to look as if I’d died of exposure. Then I would’ve asked someone to snapshoot me. Caption: “reenactment of Neal Cassady’s death on the exact spot where he died.”

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      2. I was a lot younger. I went down to Mexico for a few months. It was great. And potentially to have walked the same tracks as Cassady was special. I was alone, so I couldn’t get a photo. Would have been great!

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