Mission Impossible

by Glen Martin Fitch

Our hero? Super?
No! Disguised as me.
Love interest?
You, confused
yet unaware.
The villains:
Space and Time and Gravity
and Luck and Fate,
Lost Confidence, Despair.
The Scene:
A speeding train.
I have to leap upon another
racing near and
use my strength and wits,
unseen through cars to creep,
unlock the coded door, and
light a fuse.
Pressed flesh to flesh
I feel you stretch and moan.
You sense yourself
all powerful, divine.
Just as you realize
you're not alone
I have one sec.
to bump your heart with mine.
Too soon and
I'll be crushed
beneath the train.
Too late?
You're changing hubcaps
in your brain.


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Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."

Last updated August 23, 2011