February 2011



Never ignore your poetry blog .
It knows where you sleep.


Tuesday, November 27, 2007

crosstown bus

City lights don't ignite me
like they did
many early sunrises ago.

Instant gratification:
there's a stop requested please.
Stay. Still and Wait.

Sooner than later.
Just put the time in now,
to feel released.

Passion not in the way,
a dimming background fader.

We are all in the same
broken down subway cart,
running late, for that early meeting.