A Misfired Floral Race.

Corruptional Pionese sprout leaves of old...
Plants are not like the goose that laid the golden leaf.
Let's be like real and not like make belief.
A magpie hit me on my what'cha'ma-call-it...
Crimson clover will come right on over.
This humidic day has cooked my brain...
After death there will be no pain.
Can we catch the train of life? ...
Or will we be derailed before we may get our Heavenly ticket
punched by that attending conductor?
All aboard!

by Michael Gale

Comments (2)

WHOA, GOOD CONDUCTOR OF LITERARY TRAVELS....YOUR PASSION FOR THE WRITE IS ENAMORIOUSLY EXHIBITED BY YOUR FIELD OF CREATIVE ENERGY....IMAGERY WELL UTELIZED...SHORT PIECE...LOTS OF PICTURES...GRAT PENNING...........''''''''''''''''FRANK
Can we catch the train of life? ... Or will we be derailed before we may get our Heavenly ticket punched by that attending conductor? All aboard! Never ask us if you have talent Micheal, This is brilliant! Love Duncan X