the girl on the train

the girl on the train

 

 

In the compost

of footnotes

I became an irrelevant 

conclusion

 

after a life filled with

ephemeral importance

like a species dying out

my existence saw potential

 

which was like a unicorn

dressed as a white elephant

I crowded the room with my

incompetence

 

I was Hemingway's hills

the man pressing for a shallow response

to a vacuous comment

irrelevance is the bloodhound tracking

 

the prey with no real existence

just a being crowding a room

leaving none for the ones who have meaning

as King of Nothing, I vacate the crown

 

it is time to find a girl on the train

who might just tag along for the ride

expecting the unexpected---

that I may just surprise her

 

with some formerly uncovered brilliance

or maybe I could just write her a poem

 

and show her what I could have been.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10/8/24

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

Adding Color to your Life… becoming a Gift to someone by writing a Poem is living Life to the fullest. The storms are unpredictable as we continue to Vote for that Candidate who becomes a Solver of Incompetence. Prayer and possibilities are on the Ticket. As ever, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Choices leave lots to be desire.
I write poems, ride trains...
and get off at my own stop....alone.
Thank you, Pat,
j.