All Aboard Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

While asleep, sighted in huge fields, candy corn, sweets to eat; bending a breeze, buds emerging, scents out, smelling meats: feats prepared by work beats.


A stream of flowing chocolate, seen waiting in boats' Milk Duds; shedding drop tears, having fears of being late hoping: found, for years each, chosen lifetime love; a wanted mate.


This Milky Way train is nearing a storm, down a kiss' slope; ringing bell, applying slice-cake brakes; attempting to cope as they touch sparks, a lightning rope in the sky.


Strangers bunched in a car, in the aisle biting a little anger; lock-up on rail, grip hangers, rock and roll are all lollipops, flex, nobody has two feet, annoyed with tosses are swingers.


Cherries in maple syrup spun, found inner oat cookies; on pretzel rails all twirling: came forth from a fiery engine's stack of steam, wobbling out the sound of round marshmallows.


The long trip near a bend damaged by this spike, struck gusts of wind, the Hershey bar, heard song, hurled car items, and a bong low floor ear, sent it rolling, ending a short trip to Reese.


Tracks traveling to the central hub, heard a crisp toot, spurting M&M, on a post leg in one boot awaits the conductor, accepting the coined Dots as acceptable cash loot.


The call asks those being bound to board the arriving train to come all, voiced echoes, stopping there going afterward close to the mall: shout loudly, kids them to ride, waving many small hands.