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



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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