so i wrote a bunch of crappy ass po-ems on the train or the presence of a train, or a place where the train stops to binge and purge its passengers(trains move quickly, choo chooo) like Handel's Watermusic- creating art while traversing rivers, how nice.

A twenty minute sweet relief
a train station full of people
greedy of personal space
secrets told
to the chorus
of a tune repeating
without mercy
in my head
Fragments of a telephone number
212.575.8890
here. i wrote it down.
strangers could be such thieves
(perhaps my slick move was a wild justification of their hunger of personal space)
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i wish i had turned
making beer messes sunchip breakast and handwiches driving like jersey relentlessy cautious i never really knew blue before now then exit 60 something came along always sleepy in the passanger seat always trapping little secrets behind the thick embrace of wild giggles.

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a toast to old friends, new friends, and the dog (and Magnum,P.I.(e.))


ps. i am a total babe