I have found that I really like reading and writing poetry on the NYC Subway. Somehow the boat like motion, white sound of the tracks, and the quiet souls in a corralled space makes for great poetry. I got frustrated on the subway this morning and wrote a poem between Christopher St and 33rd.Naivety
Warm blood
Stomach tight
Shaking with emotion
Feels like my head will explode.
Wide smile
Eloquent speech
Repeated words
People cheer.
Sits on hands
Cocktail parties
Repeated words
People cheer.
Pass the buck
Military's in charge
Repeated words
People cheer.
Backroom deals
Points the finger
Repeated words
People cheer.
Warm blood
Stomach tight
Shaking with emotion
Sheep led to the slaughter.
