train tracks,
or just tracks...
either way,
going nowhere.
girl on his lap
not wearing panties;
he thinks he's god,
or at least bulletproof.
gonna ship out tomorrow,
got 'hero' written on his forehead.
she's got 'gonna crash' down
inside her, written with invisible ink...
gonna stand by a hero's grave
stand alone in the pouring rain...
gonna stand on a street corner,
just feeding them tracks.
flag flying at half mast...
going nowhere!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem