“even better, add a smile”
wheels are turning
i’ve taken some drugs.
cori texts b there soon!
/ moon so big looming
like a dad
who asks whether or not
i believe in god
ohhhhhh boy
you see, i wanted this whole idea
like a balcony looking over the yard
& from here
you could
practically smell it
: the burning terminal
a mouth-breather’s high
tripping the scent
of some greater mystery.
From here, i get a certain lay
of what’s to come a sneak listen
this fucking guy
adrift in his
nice little haze
before circumstance.
who’d a thought he’d get this far?
one broad sweep at cave fire
who’d a thought
& for so long
For that matter
who’d a thought POETRY
would be the worst part
of the New York subway?
you see, what i want outta my transit’s
a pounding to set your watch by
Wheels that turn the heft
into lightning ; a lady-
robot reminding you to always
stay aware of your surroundings
while a male one demands you
bruise easy
recover quick.