der nachtzug

Unfiltered you say Unhinged say others Unwound says Dana Unsound, I think Aaaand here we go Quick this is a live one Catch its tricksy quicksy tale I mean tail Before it vanishes with a flash and a slither What was it? Oh yes. Unsound. Quick bring it back reel it in (tap the domino, watch them tumble, scribble scribble) Of unsound mind and unsound body That's me Heading that way anyway Choo Choo All aboard the the train of thought Not to be confused with the gravy train The midnight train to Georgia The midnight express The orient express Is that a scream from one of the cabins? Shall I investigate, set my rattled- (train rattling along the tracks, all along the tracks) -mind at ease that there is no killer On the prowl? On the stalk Leaf. Trembling. Too risky to set foot out there Where there's killers afoot, bogeymen and all sorts Lock the door Place my head under the blankets Funny isn't it When you want to kill your snoring spouse you put their head under a pillow When you want to kill a Monster you put your head under the blanket A deadly weapon is a bed, when you think about it Bedly Badly Is this going badly? Or baldly. Unsure. My hair could fall out from stress. Or baldly could mean: nakedly, plainly, out and proud, balls out. Ugh. Balls. Is it possible for a stream of consciousness to go badly or go well? I am probably not supposed to be analysing it. But they will. It just is what it is. Not good not bad just there. Very very there. With that in mind- (if there's room with all those trains and all that killing-- really we're a sick violent lot, don't look at my search history-- and all those beds squashy dangerous comfy beds) ... Then how are they going to judge it? Anyway. Time for me to board the sleeper. Der Nachtzug. Guten Nacht.