Steamshovel

40 days of extradition
ask to Her, receive permission

wishin
the world was easier to deal with at times

rhymes,
fill I heart, and I dart to release

the paper starts blank, and I think an idea
the hand moves to crank, time to make it all clear

fear,
is poured, straight out of the vein
as these words release the true inner pain
as well the reign, of an overworked brain

The Train.
is started by an idea, but then it starts a rolling,
kinda like you have control, when the ball’s in hand, you’re bowling

but then you release it, and does everything change
realize the emotions had a varying range
and with the pins down, its easy to see
that She had some control, between there and me

and I crank off a tune
and I howl at the moon
remembering 40 days of life

each one did I learn
and brain fat did I burn
as the train, cuts days, like a knife



©2000 by Yosh