Just over a week ago I was eyes closed in a meditation session in the latter stages of a 10 day retreat. Funny the stuff that bubbles up when the concentration refuses to stay put. When it becomes like trying to put the steam off your coffee back in the mug. This came up during that hour almost fully formed. I found myself concentrating after all. Concentrating and fantasising about hell bound trains to a Johnny Cash vocal. I look good in black too.
83. Wreck of the old treble 6. (6th April ’15).
Drop me off the stop before Purgatory,
I wanna get off this train,
Let me off before the Devil’s cave,
I’ve done my sins, I’ve done my time,
But I’ve never been his man,
The whistle blows its annoyance,
At the fiery blackened smoke,
The driver he just laughs through missing teeth,
And opens up the…
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