poetry Writing

Poetry maybe #9


Stay but move forward

We lost ourselves in the garden of panoramic viewfinders.

It takes small measures to hear

Shouts of “Bon Voyage”

To pollution and aerosol hairspray

From 1986

Stick the kids on a train

Bound for superficial land and a more popular sky.

There is no train for your family. No steam release. Not one other engine runs anywhere. Not for you or me or them.

Only horses are fit to rule the same old wayward towns.

Buy a jockey cap with racetrack memories in the gift shop.


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