Late For Halloween
From 2011 to 2013 I was a member of the online social group called The "SteamPunk Empire" and wrote poetry and stories for the site. I created a group of 67 renegade contributors (Very funny I might add) called "The Gear Of Rejection" with several sub-groups within it. My Favorite one was named "Zombie Station" Under which I wrote using the Pseudonym "Zack The Zombie Dude". This is my station and this is my poem.
The Station
In the mist---you hear the hissing
Of the train that you've been missing
And you know you're getting near
To the Station that you fear
For the engineer is dead
There's no brain inside his head
But his thoughts---still remain
And this drives you quite insane
Now that passengers start boarding
Is it death the coach is hoarding ?
And it's waiting there for you
What on this earth will you do.............
Come and stand here at the wicket ?
To receive your one way ticket
And the price of this toll ?
Is your brain and you soul
JT Curtis ......AKA ....Zack The Zombie Dude
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2017
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