POETRY ABORTED

 

 

Poetry aborted by rude interruption

derailed train of thought

leads to disenchantment

Where was it heading?

The train steams off into the horizon

leaving you in the dark

the grandiose vision rendered

inexplicable—hobo on the tracks

chasing futilely the fleeting dream

 

Poetry aborted by the incision

of bland conversation pieces

into my eyes fades the ripe apple

plunging desperately to the ground

Worms quickly descend

to rot and decay the fresh fruit

 

 

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redbrick's picture

There are times when I

There are times when I realise that I am the 'hobo on the tracks' that interrupts Poetry that I am attempting to keep from being from being aborted.


here is poetry that doesn't always conform

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georgeschaefer's picture

We're all hobos on the track

We're all hobos on the track but it's usually the insiders that interrupt poetry.  thank you for reading and commenting.