Written by Abel Ashes

Bicycle trails on broccoli puree shrubbery

Giant metal cockroaches speed by

Little plastic cylindrical Playskool people inside on cell phones

The choo-choo shoots under a bridge and through the desert to somebody’s house who is not grandma

Steel monster hula dances on the tracks
Swishing, bouncing, and wobbling on it’s rivets past the foaming white sea and a genuine Orange County Lumber Truck.

The cotton-candied clouds observe as we wobble some more.
This time it feels dangerous.

Shoots of broccoli streak green into my eyes
I’ve never seen broccoli move so fast.

Metal boxes housing wooden boxes, stucco boxes housing people

Marines speed by on Kawasakis, racing towards decapitation,
Their heads shaved for a better bounce.

White blocks of paint mask desperate graffiti on cinder block ugly buildings and the train’s whistle blows like a pterodactyl’s fart.