Oracle of Regret – A Poem

Old railcars on an unused line
stand forgotten. Decay.
All rust.
And overgrown weeds.

I regret this fortune.

It was never our intention that night
but then the wild moon
and the orange dress
and the curve of the river.
There was the devil at the store front
window splattered in blood who
raffled bondage.

“It’s just a skip stone step ladies
and gentlemen. Just a skip stone
step. Here you go.
Here you

Holding hands we laughed
at our dark reflections. The smell
of liquorice bringing a hell
unlike anything
we expected.

“Samuel, Samuel, why do you talk about the rail cars?”
She moved with a pretentious walk which
I venerate

Rust settles into my bones
and weeds claw at my lungs.

The air was hot and humid
and with how her hips
shaped that dress…
never mind. Along the tree
lined thoroughfare, the cries
were drowned out
by music from a nearby

Her breath was so close
and the river so

Rail cars stand neglected.
I am the fortunate oracle of regret.

We were complicit in a mutual
denial. Her lips on me.
“Why the railcars, dear Samuel?”
My hand on her thigh
just a skip stone

The water pooled and swirled. A vision
of stars was muted.


6 thoughts on “Oracle of Regret – A Poem

  1. I have had to return to this again. And again.
    There so much here. Crisp, palpable description.
    Desire, place, time and timelessness.
    And yes, regret like a lump in the throat.

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