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 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 040/100

November 8, 2012

Whenever the train enters a tunnel

I can see silver fingerprints on the black window

 

Maybe I’ll get drunk tonight


POEM 023/100

July 8, 2012

It must say something about this city—

I only find solitude

reading a book

on the subway


To exit

December 29, 2009

How beatniks exit the TTC streetcar

The TTC provides detailed instructions on how beatniks should exit the bus or streetcar.


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