A Poem by zoophagous

About on a train to see someone fantastic


I'd rather have been in the astral plane than this body of reference;

Uniform translation is the definition of predictability and I've got a far way yet to go.

But the tedium of this situation shall be worth the incessant grinding of metal upon metal and patter of gnawed nails  because I know that when I see you that you'll have something beautiful to say. 

© 2012 zoophagous

Author's Note

What is grammar.

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I wish the ending had been them opening their mouth and making the sound of wheels braking against rails.

Perhaps that is too much like Donnie Sutherland at the end of "The Body Shoppers", though. NO, THE EXFOLIANT PADS GOT HIM.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on July 15, 2012
Last Updated on July 15, 2012
Tags: train, movement, excitement, care