Poetry
Surrealist Poetry - General Audience
1 min
The Way Things Tend to Happen Sometimes
Jagger Moore
With a bit of whistling and a roll of the wrist
I slipped into some rusty overalls to go
parading around town and when I came home
sputtering evening with coal in my hair
my wife said, You're not my husband, you're a train
and who was I to disagree?
So I went to the rail yard,
had a good sleep, and towed three tons
of bricks to Bismarck,
for which the locals were quite grateful.
I slipped into some rusty overalls to go
parading around town and when I came home
sputtering evening with coal in my hair
my wife said, You're not my husband, you're a train
and who was I to disagree?
So I went to the rail yard,
had a good sleep, and towed three tons
of bricks to Bismarck,
for which the locals were quite grateful.
M. Jagger Moore is a writer with two opposable thumbs and a habit of falling off trains.
"The Way Things Tend to Happen Sometimes" is in Short Circuit #08, Short Édition's quarterly review.
"The Way Things Tend to Happen Sometimes" is in Short Circuit #08, Short Édition's quarterly review.
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