TRAIN TO LOS LANCASTER
a minstrel mockingbird's
voice is false
poetic parrots
imagine not a stanza
spinning spiders can walk in straight lines
suspending acrobatic
drowning fish will not come up for air
never needing to be saved
working unnaturally makes cooking
a twist of good meals
often planned
trips are trained
a train is planned
set in steel
chosen path
steel rail nailed
on a wood cross
eternal never tiring wheel
the steel tire
in their best attire
new or used
moving shadows
rolling pictures
patient in curve
patient in movement
depending on new or used tires
circles eternal
direction to next direct moment
steel new or used
preordained paths for each rail
sometimes new sometimes used
iron rails on the cross of wood
nails, spikes mark the path
some times harder to follow a road
when it's easier to walk a path
hunched over in bad sleep
with floppy crushed lungs
eyes down and intense
suffocating in the mist of all that free air
like dying of thirst on the sea
to choke in the thing that is the most free
a pointless enslavement of self
for nothing
what irony
just to wind up with nothing
never knowing why
on iron nails on wood cross
an unplanned trip that's trained
what irony
to find guide posts
when many a paths' roads
are a surprise
A. MENDOZA, 2016
