today has been people
watching, noise, people surrounding me
and walking too slow, couples holding hands,
orange pedestrian figures
painted
they need captions
a girl with cornrows, ribbons in them
5:00 and cabs are ghosts
midnight and the light from the door
was an attacker
a dyke earlier wanted me, in her eyes
all sizes of breasts, nipples
a wad of gum stuck to the ass that
got slapped (just missed the gum)
so many cars and music rumbling
from so many stereos and bikes skates
rattling each and every board of this bridge
its quiet
I wanted sleep on the bus on your shoulder
got closed eyes and hand falling gently toward your leg
and my own day
uptown you're probably fucking your girl
sweat and grime
French on the subway
more languages I'll never know
shared headphones
same song
tiny forest of growth on your arm
and neck
middle eastern w/ purple eyeshadow
wood paneled steering wheel
senseless parade of listener�s choices- no time signature
rhythm constantly changing
and a red felt heart
when I kneeled to take it
glued to the Brooklyn bridge
crooked green teeth
at least they�re showing
Italian (of course I guess) father
holding hands w/ baby pink daughter
the family rolls granny in a wheelchair. I thought
I could change your life
but maybe there�s time left to
feel the train under my feet w/ each step.