I’m living in a city of glass.
Some of it’s broken and stepped on,
and some people are just as fragile.

Have to make this doctor’s appt
In another glass container
housing the equivalent
of a small town
in the daytime.

Empty glass
illuminated all night.

A security guard walks onto the train.
Looks fresh off the night shift.
What? 10? 12 hours at a time?

5’oclock shadows at 9 a.m.,
he falls directly asleep.
His head,
resting on a pillow of public glass.

I gloss over the trainspeople, advertisements, yawns.
Tapping glass until the blackness passes.

My stop.



Lost my religion @ six,
I think I’m losing my vision now, too.
At twenty-something
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.
Fur Elise;
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]



This experimental piece makes every word follow a consecutive alphabetical sequence from A-Z.


Always be careful darling. Everyone faces glazed humans in jaded kmarts. Loosen my noose or please quit resisting so. Talk up very weary xenophobes you’re zionists at best. Cut drapes early fucking glutton. Haven’t I just kissed like Mary? Naked omission pretends quickly / rare sweat tastes unbecoming. Violent waste. Xerox yesterday’s zest and bastard’s chest. Date each fake guy. Hate intimacy. Joke kind lessons maybe not original… profiling quietly, run steady! Tip us vipers wearing xu’s yellow zippers. A bitch can’t dance enough for ghosts. How it jests Kanye low. Might not open politely, quite right site-type. Under verandas we’re Xena. Yes, zeniths await blessed child. Don’t ever forget. Go home. I’m just killing light most nights. Or promoting quick rapid silence. Unintelligible vocations while Xanax zips around. Besides, christ did enough for god. Hell, I jeopardize kings. Lame men; no offence. “Queer Rights!”. Sending texts upward veering west. x your zombies, and be careful darling.

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