poem while
crescendos of
exodus from
underground
commences --
hollow steps and
speed lines
riff riff riff
line line train
new employ trenton
over roof of cars
out of neo-
torresdale
if it may ever exist
it isn't a taiko
nor is it loud enough
to disturb
the ride of someone
else on the
trenton train
be straightforward
and furrow and
be bright
be out for final
inspection please
no pls
hold a trailpass
in yr teeth
and continue writing
being looked at
by pretty girl
on the other side
of the aisle --
perhaps
as requiem kills
poem last occasion,
is all falsehoods
building, wreaking
havoc
like clown hungry
is the left leg shorter
that would be a shame
or just find myself
never quite on balance
(and the same)
when I sit
shine assessment
not a rookie I
couldn't care to assure
too carefree
around the spikes.
I singe hearing in the
home and streets
I'm home
there is no harm in rain
no love either in
up stares
no june there in the
giggle behind you.
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