Underground trains
cross tracks of molten metal
flaming across the earth
at 100 miles an hour
I shake hands with Spanish conductor
who loves to speed above the legal limit
the train goes flying off the tracks
as we high five; laughing at each other
Itβs a small inconvenience when we crash
and destroy the entire train
(only 35 casualties in the accident)
Me and my amigo went looking
for another train to ride
as we shook off the recent crash
late 1982
An Adventure!
Without imagination there would be no poetry! ~S~
poetry is just words on a
poetry is just words on a page without imagination.