Jumping Tracks

Hi, guys!

Some of you may be familliar with my poem The Train. It was written about death, specifically a miscarriage my mom had between the birth of my older brother and myself. She was going to name him Kyle. Kyle's sixteen today.

Wish him a happy birthday.

The Train
By Tomato Surprise

I got on the train too early
As it sped up in the air
It started twisting, turning
Into a thundering place
I got on the train too early
Or was it too late?

I got on the train too early
As the thunder finally crashed
I clenched my fist and then
I thought
I’ve got a ticket to the train

I knew someone
Who got on the train too early.
The train picked him up
Even before he knew
All that was left
Was a shell

I know someone
Who got on the train
Too early
He was convinced
He approached the track too late
And ripped his ticket down the middle
I dove in front of the track
And tried to stop the train
But its gears kept grinding
And still do
To this day

At one time
I tried to stop the train
But as I’d seen before
Its gears kept grinding

So if you see the train
Don’t resist…
It’s your time


February 20, 2007

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Happy Birthday, Kyle.

Tomato