All Aboard* Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

While I was asleep, I sighted huge fields, sweets to eat; candy corn, feats prepared by work beats: bending a breeze, freeing scents out of buds, smelling its meats.


This stream just beyond flows chocolate, seen waiting in boats' Milk Duds; shedding tears, having fears of being late hoping: finding, for years each, chosen lifetime love; a wanted mate.


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


Strangers in the aisle, piled in a car, biting their anger; lock-up on upper rails, grip hangers, flex, back and forth are all lollipops, nobody has two feet, annoyed with tosses are swingers.


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


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


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


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