NJ Transit Poem

Wikipedia Poem, No. 821



headwound, don't worry so much about wrinkled 
slacks or the nightmare camera between yr teeth 
tattoo hiphop horizontal stripes don't look at the 
tamarind talent or good looks mallet or mace

it's weird
    the empire state business 
bumbles around uncomfortable 
          around me
speak to the glass between black eyes tied essence precede
i can 
          around me
          ten stops from divinity
see the guy like my midsection ineffable
i continuously write over loved ones less a nice 
colorful hat these people 
another loud 
substation of ground stibnite

whip above no bright drugs 
no drugs no drugs no drugs
         his prose 
in an attempt to 
warm the sun clawing glass between 
blackeyed bus stops

i hold my 
       phone above my head 
everythinking glass a soulfried essence 
preceding: he's dead 

          my ten piece electro band
won't you snap for us, little roman arch? 

want you to leave someplace funny 
when you go on grindr hookups just to have a thruway 
i had to have someplace to stay with a star
so i had to have you — stay! — and you go anyway

War Poem (American Horror Story)


Alberto Giacometti “Jean-Paul Sartre Leaning on His Elbow” ca. 1949, graphite on paper


a woman on the bus
asked if i was jewish
i said what she said
are you jewish i said
my father was jewish
she said good i said
nothing she said
there are a lot of good
jewish people
i read the bible every day
i said nothing she said
we’re going to win you know
i’m christian she said
jews and christians
are a lot alike we’ve
got to protect one another
she said we’ve got to win
this war she said
and got off the bus