I Never Get It Right

I never fucking get it right

no matter my intent I fail

I think my intent is helpful

Who the fuck am I to think

I can get it right I am no one

no one from nowhere 

I never fucking get it right

no matter my intent

I am going nowhere

Till Death Do Us Part

I have no words with which to speak

they mill through my head I can’t say

for words said are my own impressions

often different from others’ perspectives

I floss through memory as to what was said

I let it fly straight outta my head

for what are words but machinations to get you

When the Whistle Blows

When the whistle blows

it shrills my ears

soot rains down

in greasy smears

when the whistle blows

engine chugs

gray smoke billows behind 

steel wheels grind rails

gain momentum  

metal shrieks against metal

I am safe in my seat

the iron beast takes me away

from fear and injury

as I rock to and fro balanced

steel on steel I steal away