On a train ride to the edge of never, never land
Snap,Pop
A conversation on the electronic verb blurs out
for all the uninterested to hear
Snap,Pop
Over the smooth roar of the transit wheels
Her jaws slammed into the chewy grump of sugary fruitiness
Snap, Pop
Snapping it,
popping it like
a sound made by a frozen lake
weakened by careless footsteps
Snap, Pop
I begged for a reprieve in the sounds of Bono screaming
“Let it go” and “Fade Away” from my ipod
Snap, Pop
Yet, I could still see her jaws running
the race to chew the gum into submission
Snap, Pop
Pounding away at it,
Snap, Pop
until I
Snap....
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