Sedated by the lullaby of steel caressing steel I feel the wayward workhorse cry with every labored squeal bemoaning how it’s destination is never a surprise considering determination comes from rigid ties.
So this is to be the final fate of "The Little Engine that Could." How sad.
Better it should be chained to a rock for eternity and have its liver eaten while an existential philosopher argues that it is happy, because it still has its rebellion.
Poor trains! We can't even free them without their becoming derailed.
I love your pun in the last line. It gave the trip a light ending.
Hi all, sorry so absent lately, the grind is really grinding me down, maybe I'll save it for a detailed post if I don't jump on that train and disappear :(
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predestination is somewhat of a mechanical ideal, no? love this or should I say
"CHOOO CHOOO...."
Poor train...half the fun in life is never knowing where it will take you next. Very good.
I am that horse. Rigid ties are making me mad today. great poem, have u considered publishing ur work?
Steel on steel-- clickity clack, clackity click.
i think its some thing mechanical.
~_^
GO spurs GO! MY NBA bet bob.
nice poem
So this is to be the final fate of "The Little Engine that Could." How sad.
Better it should be chained to a rock for eternity and have its liver eaten while an existential philosopher argues that it is happy, because it still has its rebellion.
Poor trains! We can't even free them without their becoming derailed.
I love your pun in the last line. It gave the trip a light ending.
Nice allusion to a train. You make it seem very poetic.
bob, is more than poetic. ~_^
Hi all, sorry so absent lately, the grind is really grinding me down, maybe I'll save it for a detailed post if I don't jump on that train and disappear :(
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