Somehow I can't get Blogger to retain any of the formating of text. This poem should have a lot more complicated formating, but I think it works ok without it too. I wrote it over a couple of weeks riding the streetcar to work.
puma
shoe
tracks through
the
muddy
cigarette
snow
babbling
babylonians
babel
WAITING
for the third streetcar
HOPING
its nice and juicy always surprised when it isn’t
BUSY
he spreads his knees but feels kinda lonely, in a state this morning, moving like monkeys, like penguins, like
STORKS
disappointment on their polished angular faces, disapproving of the snowbanks they step grimly over with
COFFEE
Cultures Collide: white lids, brown lids, black lids, may yourbucks always be starbucks, your second cup always better than your coffee
TIME
on sunday morning coffee in one hand, pram in the other, her boots are made of spanish spanish
LEATHER
none of this pleather bullshit! Never underestimate a pregnant woman! She’s got a pretty face, but have you seen her
FEET
shuffling, he cuts through the crowd with a queens quarterly
and
alights down
amongst
the
babel --
snow
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