time for a train ride

1 May

spring is the cruelest with its
revolutions and tornados and
long time unions turning to rusted chains.
one wrong word is archduke ferdinand.
a gash quickly gushes.
water unfurls down mountain sides and
there’s no fluffy net at the bottom
just a drip in summer dungeon regret,
but then again,
the dismount can be gradual;
shedding our animal furs slower with
never ending horizons seen.

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4 Responses to “time for a train ride”

  1. kvennarad May 2, 2014 at 5:03 am #

    It never occurred to me until this year that Gavrilo is Serbian for Gabriel.

    • steve May 2, 2014 at 9:14 am #

      names don’t necessarily inspire a person’s actions, but in Gavrilo Princip’s case, maybe it did.

  2. eusebiusclay May 3, 2014 at 4:58 am #

    Your poetry is a keg of gunpowder about to blow up. Keep writing my friend.

    • steve May 3, 2014 at 10:12 am #

      thank you for the encouragement.

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