sometimes a guy just needs a beer ::
white the train

white
the train headlights
bright
high in the night

the track
ordains the route
the timetable
when the power

that’s me
travelling the safe
taking time to grasp

someone’s shaken the land down
the train is running a highway track
it’s become an antelope

frozen
i am frozen

poem

2K7:9

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beer & poetry
white the train
i am the air
not ten
such fur to stroke
no
cliché
i am hit
it’s not an alien axe
i’ve seen denied
if i pounce these
so
uses powerful language tail up




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