Thursday, November 22, 2012

Poetry Is a Freight Train

Poetry is 
     a freight train
that I am forever
     trying to catch

an empty boxcar
     rumbling by
whose murky corners
     are ripe 

with fugitive phrases
     waiting to be plucked 
from their
     darkest depths

I want to hobo my way
     on a transcontinental
journey between
     poetic states
a handkerchief
with my favorite words
     slung over my shoulder

Some days
     I love the chase

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