Skedaddle

clickety-clack
     clickety clack
training along
     with my seat facing back
bloated and hot
     feeling like rot
not knowing from
     what’s ahead, till it’s not

outside the trees
     blur as a breeze
man on my left
     pulls out sausage and cheese
limburger strong
     meat’s gone all wrong
I grab my bag
     and I’m gone…

forget reservations
I’m changing vacations
and now the next stop is
my new destination


(Poetry Scales 128)