(20 minute poetry)
The underground found
a sound when your ears start to pop,
I have popped several pills
seen the seven hills of Rome
all hail to the Pope
but
he wasn't home.
It's easy to let the mind wander
on these tracks
when I'm under the ground.
stacked up like planes on the flight path
some jumbo and some rather small
next station along and the tube carries on
nothing much matters at all.
I'll get there to my destination in the here and now or it could be the when
then I'll hop off and
oh botheration
tonight I must do it again.
Out of the way
the land of the free
votes today.
and now I'm rambling but that's no surprise 'cept to the lady who's sitting on the opposite seat
you should see the look in her eyes.
Priceless
harmless enough
and in the vernacular
some would say
'Buff'
stuff that and them
here I am now and when
was a long time ago.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
The underground found
a sound when your ears start to pop,
I have popped several pills
seen the seven hills of Rome
all hail to the Pope
but
he wasn't home.
It's easy to let the mind wander
on these tracks
when I'm under the ground.
stacked up like planes on the flight path
some jumbo and some rather small
next station along and the tube carries on
nothing much matters at all.
I'll get there to my destination in the here and now or it could be the when
then I'll hop off and
oh botheration
tonight I must do it again.
Out of the way
the land of the free
votes today.
and now I'm rambling but that's no surprise 'cept to the lady who's sitting on the opposite seat
you should see the look in her eyes.
Priceless
harmless enough
and in the vernacular
some would say
'Buff'
stuff that and them
here I am now and when
was a long time ago.
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