Serious train rolling downhill
a track misaligned, initial misguidance.
Conductors frail, weakened by work;
every engineer occupied, transmission sent.
Message in a nutshell, cables falter,
now New York is independent,
and the other states crumble-
dissonance between supposed lovers.
Serendipity achieves overtones of happiness,
but what is success without cognition?
How is it success when lacking comprehension, and
why would you expect gratitude in grievance?
Initially untitled, though in momentary genius I procured an odd-fitting title, yet comfortable in the same sense. Written on the subway, I scrambled the last stanza coming to my destination. A man, practically the only person nearby, was watching me write avidly, and I couldn't help but wonder if his interest lay in the work itself, or in me, my unquenchable thirst to poetry. Though, I do wish that time was not a figure. Another instance; this poem I shall also include was written in one of my classes earlier. Can you tell what induced this short piece?
Drunk and in Lust
Voluptuous voice, beating in the heart of class.
A speaker, speakeasy, drunk on whim,
calls to us, the peons, the pylons, to bypass.
Coating sugary words with a powdery heroin.
As long as it's cool, sleuth induced and not obvious.
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