Moving Truck

Train rolling
Truck’s moving
Shark’s swimming
Chalk’s talking
Headed to the sand

Past fleeting
Truck’s moving
Clark’s grinning
Stalks walking
Better not to stand

A bunny hopped and I jumped.
Where the hell did that come from?
Where does any of this come from?
Ice cube air and oven hoods up
Crust bite and a taste for better measure
Dialing out, calling in an old storm

Little take, with more giving
What’s been left unplanned?
Where the hell did that come from?

Wheels steaming
Truck’s moving
Shark’s saving
Chalk’s balking
Wishing for a hand

Then fading
Truck’s moving
Clark’s waving
Stalks stalking
What is ever planned?