I must not mind the blue collar conductor after issuing ticket <br />from Calamba to España <br />I must keep on standing in last coach door 7E-337 where I could <br />see selfishly the railroad lanscape to feed my curiosed mind <br />in train ride <br /> <br />I must not mind the left-to-right swing and shaky motions <br />minding not too the crowded old town, <br />the disposable water containers, the day-old tabloids <br />freshed garbage loittering in rusty railroad station <br /> <br />I must not mind the thundering siren of gigantic locomotive <br />shocking motorists along cross road intersections <br />in Biñan, in San Pablo, in Sta. Mesa, in Pasay <br />I keep on catching down motorists hassled faces <br /> <br />I must not mind the over speeding, the wooden fenceless bridges <br />above murky rivulets, stock-up canals, the irritating swipes <br />of nearby twigs, the innumerable squatter's narrow channel <br />a danger zone for a throwing debris thrown by notorious gang war <br />fraternity conflicts, I never mind the half -full ice water cellophane <br />smashed like stones hitting coach floor to where <br />i am standing now and alarming as sipping above <br />Pasig river stinking breeze as stinky as the smoky steam <br />barge patrolling against the tide of floating garbage <br /> <br />I must not mind this weary train ride story <br />this is just a fulfillment of my dream <br />then <br />I step down in España and look back the railroad again!<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/7e-337-thoughts-in-train/
