THE SUBWAY POEM

I start my dark decent
fleeing from sunlight
running from the moon.
I spiral downward into the gray and black abyss
I see huddled masses clad in sadness
silently awaiting a trains arrival
A huddled mass of transit worshipers
Slaves to her bone crashing steel
Sometimes she grows hungrier
and long time worshipers are fed to her bloody rails
crushing her victims daily
engulfing them with her hot dirty breath
mouth open, she eats New Yorkers,
swallows rush hour whole
alas skyward as a surfacing whale
excreting them through her many orifices
holding them captive in her darkness
hushing voices with her vociferous cries
Snapping her silver jaws at her prisoners’ backsides
Daily her faithful pay gladly for more abuse
Offering no more affection than being
smothered in each others morning stench
She waits silently hungrily
her preys’ return to jostle their senses
she runs when it pleases her and never slumbers
guiding the blind in her steeped darkness
When she chooses to sleep
her prisoners beg for mercy
Enslave and offer themselves to her once again
She receives and swallows them whole

I See While Joy Drives

City Pics

BITCH ASS NEIGHBOR

the life he hears but can not see
as he lays dying
he hears the sounds of life below
the sounds of love and dancing rhythms
cozily oozing their way through his walls
they torture him in his quiet tomb
he wishes to decay
in his quiet lonely cave
but sounds of laughter and love batter his bitterness and beseech him in his brooding
depressing him deeper into his downfall of disappearing
he’s dying every day
while I am living in 5k

about to watch the end of a movie Juno
took shit out of Joy's house
spoke to dad on the phone
mailed taxes at post office
some girl fainted at post office ambulance showed up
drank two G2's
ate coconut sherbet
bree cheese with raisin bread
carried heavy boxes of kitchen tiles
practiced poem for feature
wrote 2 and half pages of novel

today went well
got paper work done
spoke with school payroll secretary Joan
she was very pleasant & not too helpful
now sitting in AC
the power keeps going out on AC
need to make some phone calls and mail some paper work to UFT
this is not a poem but a post
planning to go shopping with Joy in a bit
Joy did my taxes, we're going to mail them
Joy finished making me my new dread hat
I added this to my blog

licking envelopes is nasty, yuck!