Sirens Scream. Trains Whistle

Psychological travels, death, life, vehicles

Sirens Scream Trains Whistle

Sirens call to follow

Awaken midnight

Walls of sound burst at the seams

Scream loud on the traffic scene

Clogged arteries of streets open wide

An ambulance passes by

Drivers hide in alleys in vehicles

Stuck with others unpleasantly

Carried in the back are people

Airwaves broadcast emergency!

At a crosswalk struck by a car

The dearly departed part

No matter what the signal says

Reds, yellowed by the sight of trouble

Turn green at every intersection blinked

Torn apart, alarmed by men in white

A spirit lifts from a body lightly

Drifts into a box enhanced by silence

Souls have nowhere to go but home

Trains clatter on distant tracks in fog

Through mountain tunnels with lust

Intermittent whistles signal than fade

Through smoke stacks to penetrate

Waiting for Freud to say something

Sometimes a tunnel is just a tunnel

A light at the end of which spells trouble