Dashing after the clattering caboose
as carmine gleeds glance off gelid iron
I vault the ties between the tracks
in pointless pursuit, a staccato chant
setting the rhythm of my stumbling stride,
“three days behind, three days behind,”
in the surreal landscape of my mind.
Inspired by dVerse and WOTDC.
It’s OctPoWriMo day 4, and I’m behind with my writing. At best, like Clara in Back to the Future III, I’m hanging off the back of the speeding train.
I used a “random weird word generator” as booster fuel.