Journey to attend

Words stare at my fingers.
I have to listen-
they stare meanings out
on my keyboard, my romantic note pad.
I paint night with ink, I make winter wear a marshmallow coat
if they let me.
I' ve got a war to fight
atlantis t discover,
they'd take us everywhere, somewhere, no where.
You don't have to pack,
words stare at my fingernail.
The journey you won't attend
starts now. The train that
will never come, won't wait at the station,
in exactly an hour. The bag you won't have to carry
won't break it's wheel, and
you won't lose your plain ticket,
not running after the some train.
Words stare.