Lost my religion @ six,
I think I’m losing my vision now, too.
I cannot recognize the same faces anymore-
much less in the dark.
On a flickering subway train
the dishevelled man is playing the piano.
Well, it’s a keyboard on his lap.
over & over.
No one seems to care though…
All tuned out,
face-down in their screens.
How many times can you play angry birds,
before you actually turn into one?
My stop. [sketched picture of subway train]
I wonder how you cope in a world that’s a joke
In a city of smoke
With your lungs lunging to choke your throat
Take a vote on a boat with a coat of your choosing
Make it a spindle and fashion a noose-ring
Throw it over but attach to your nose-ring
Look to your left and imagine foreboding
your privilege reeks and rots
to coalesce into the presentation
of you to me
my privilege is wrong or not
or lost through the presentation
of me to you
such a funny thing to be
remembered or forgot
in the representation
of we to you
we were never written in
to themes or plots
we’re lost in the interruption
we seem to you