Caltrain Poems


Seemingly eternal

Relief, only breifly

Is it me? Or is this our lot?

When do we get there?

When do we arrive?

In my mind soon

But I know

Not really

When is a man happy?

There is a set of conditions

that make a man happy

Things happen, chemicals flow

Is that it?

You're telling me I'm just chemicals?


I doubt it

I won!

After much hard work


and pain

The fruits of my labour


I did it myself

Born in the USA

Zach Bellay published on

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