Tuesday, October 18, 2016

The unexpected stop

The train is on time
on tracks, on days
up nights
Friction, sparks
little starlight
on the horizontal ladder
from here to there
To where?
On the cold ticket
printed defined destinations
Deranged train
Grabbing the tracks
tricking hearts
with the warmth you produce
but your essence is cold metal
Captive in your sits
the passengers
glued stiffs
so many ifs…
Cringe your silver teeth
moving skiff
Let me out
Set me free
Stop rushing me there
Open Sesame!
Untied hair
The golden treasure:
just dust
a day
thin air
from within the fountain
new words
as poetry pours
from every pore
in flair gush
and no more