Westbound

An impromptu park

Picnic en plair

To juxtapose the warmongering geese

A silent walk was interesting

Not long in length, save concept

The escalators made the traverse industrial

A cannula to quell my lust for movement

A maker of a journey

Now they stem it

Beneath, I headed

My eyes blurring the lines

Double vision, my sight in cardio

Sweet darlings, the sprinkled peppers of the ground mellowed it

Go and play, Take the second entrance

The first, a herring, burn it

Heading recluse,

Switchero, locked carriages

Personal belonging, Devoured terminal

Twinned presence moments away

Brittle soul, I be

Transport me hither

Westbound I seek your embrace