
All Hallow's Eve, and so my ride begins
Before the hoi polloi fill tunnels dim
Cunning as a serpent, I slither forth
Determined to play where others labor
Egress from the everyday, I pursue
For plodding, mundane life grinds all to dust
Glorious mischief I have planned tonight
Hijinks alarming, sure to vex and scare!
Into this vacant tunnel I will fly
(Joke in a Freudian vein if you wish)
Know that as I race, laughing through the gloom
Law, custom and protocol are erased!
Merrily will I meet rats and phantoms
Nodding at their desks, stout, delinquent guards
Oafishly will snore through my spell spawned speed
Pausing to review closed circuit footage
Queer glitches will excuse ignoring me
Racing through the tubes that let you travel
So blithely through your prosaic routines
Triumphantly will I use occult arts
Unbound, to do things wild, fast and obscene!
Vibrating with iconoclastic joy
Will I, a witch, own this buried treasure
Xerography of this dark catacomb
You would have seen my speeding form produce
Zooming through nothing, I will win all things!
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.



Comments (5)
Wonderful poem and seamlessly written!
so pure
This poem is fantastic: "Know that as I race, laughing through the gloom. " It is so enjoyable.
Oooo, iconoclastic, that's a new word for me! Loved your poem+
No wonder they have to occasionally shut down service to fix things. It's that devious little witch. 😁