AMIGO

 

 

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

 

It’s 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

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a 16 year old lad with a hyperactive imagination

allets's picture

An Adventure!

Without imagination there would be no poetry! ~S~


...a

 

georgeschaefer's picture

poetry is just words on a

poetry is just words on a page without imagination.