Professor Plum


The Ballad Of Bostian's Bridge - Poem by Professor Plum

it screamed through trees
while they giggled and
gulped beer eager for the
wreck of 1891

shadows spit gobbets
of black diesel fuel and
an engine head light bright
sparked the forest floor

wires were at right angles
with humid leaves wambling
and rocks crunching under
foot on a phantom trestle

he saw it far too late
the roaring specter (scrambling)
breath coming quickly and
that final panicked notion

pushing her off and then heeding
the sound of bones beside
the wires still at right angles
it all finished and everything quit


Comments about The Ballad Of Bostian's Bridge by Professor Plum

  • Gold Star - 16,082 Points Mandolyn ... (11/4/2014 8:02:00 PM)

    i didn't comment on this?
    what in the hoo dickey..? how in the hobbit hell did i forget to comment on this?

    someday
    i will untwist your mind to see if it looks like the state of Missouri
    then i will twist it back up so it looks like Tel Aviv (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014



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