My name is Alex McLaren, and I am a West End resident that writes poetry.
“Alex’s poems create a sweet little world, I can get down with his work. It made me curious, it left positive feelings, I feel a desire to keep rereading it. “Given Title” is a good time.” – Maya Preshyon
Given Title
We were all aboard a small novelty
Train as the guide laid my head in
Her lap of course I pointed backwards
Ever fearful that my new and improved
Signature would not free me from the
Bonds I had created but man it looked
Good on that yellowed parchment
I suppose that’s why we had a more
Relaxed attitude when they requested help
I was taking the ferry over that way
They need an extra body and
Wanted us there for 6 we left at 6
Prior to leaving we checked out the
Open air location shaped like a
Keyhole as I received a complaint
Via the timeline we pulled the truck along
The side of the house it barely fit
Lita stopped the truck to say goodbye
Again, we left late and as we sped
Towards the terminal I ate a
Chocolate-filled-croissant that was
Covered in both chocolate spread and
Raspberries to our chagrin Mr. Brown
Called us I reiterated we were on the
Which we were not and then to my
Horror he asked what do you look like?