A high speed train of opinionated passengers
Demanding deadlines of yesterday’s due
Stank nerves, vision blurred, voices heard, feelings hurt, a taste of sour dirt
My gut screams green
I’m Casey Jones in Vaughn, Mississippi
Just give me more speed
I’ll get there on the advertised
Or crash and burn alone
One hand on the brake, the other on the whistle string taunt
Because that will get me ahead
Who sold me such hifalut’n foolishness?
The dark road of success
Pot holes filled with death at the rainbow’s end
I’d rather skip rope in its colors
See Casey jump. Go Casey. Go.
Whistle blaring, tracks tearing, I’m jumping from the train
Opinionated puppets splintering in my dust
No hero I sink on the ship
Ay caramba! I leap in faith
While bullet train utters its final demand
Chugga, Chugga, Chugga
Today’s NaPoWriMo Prompt: The prompt is called the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” originally developed by Jim Simmerman. It’s tedious in its specificity, requiring that twenty specific components each appear in the poem. Quite a challenge.