POEM 055/100

July 17, 2013

Sun-toasted ladies on the bus
their Spanish words spill like a bag of marbles
clatter towards me down the aisle


POEM 054/100

June 19, 2013

Banker blue button-down shirt

dark continents of sweat mapped out on his back

and the stench of fried onions drips in the air

 

 


POEM 053/100

May 30, 2013

The rotating rubber handrail

of the subway station escalator

squeals

like the bare steel brakes of an incoming train

or a pig having a really bad day


POEM 050/100

May 15, 2013

The father and daughter beside me on the train

speak in sign language

at full volume

 

Their karate chop hands

and over expressive mime mouths

make me anxious

 

I want to ask them

politely, of course,

with sensitivity, no doubt,

to please

 

Keep it the fuck down

 

People

are trying to read

 

 

 


POEM 049/100

May 9, 2013

The bicycle courier

stood facing the elevator door, agressively

smelling of under-cooked beef shawarma


POEM 047/100

April 19, 2013

How many things

good things

amazing things

outrageous, irresponsible, silly things

 

Things that save lives

that bring hope

that make other things a tiny bit better

if only for a few

 

Things that smile

things that dance

 

Even slithering, insidious, selfish things

 

How many things

could you do with £11 million?

Other than simply shoving it in a hole


POEM 046/100

April 3, 2013

If

Spring

sprang

it’s

been

sprung


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