Abandoned Boxcars

Lucy Tonic

I like the wasteland

Frees my brain's storage space

In great big nothing

You have so much room to create

Trees and grass and houses

If that's your thing

I rather make up my own world

Listen to the whales sing to me

Through cracks in asphalt

A bubble grows

Snakes do cartwheels

I drink lava through pantyhose

I have no box to fill

No tan lines on my wrist

Wading through the portal's lagoon

Blow my paper swan a kiss

Look upon the rolling ground

It looks like moldy carpet

I hop into my taxi cloud

Get off at Martian market

Place one ear to the ground

I hear my records' rumblin' sound

Contort my body till I'm rubber

Fling myself onto another

Great big nothing

Published by Lucy Tonic

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