The Bullet Train
The sleek train sped onward.
Its path blurred by its pace.
Sights flicker ands strobe through
glass apertures
to quickly for eye or mind to
discern content.
The iron horse hissed white noise
toned florescent light;
bowels full of black haired beauties
black suites businessmen
rumbling.
Calm and an outward serenity masks
an inward hunger for success
on the velvet lined bullet to Tokyo.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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