6:15 pm train, Boston to Providence
now, to do as i do.
my words stack like so many
scrap piles, and the sun stays afloat
long enough for this train to
land in a new home.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
monday 04.14.2008
8:30 am train,
Boston to Lynn
derailed by pedestrians, this commute grounded.
one snap, fast grab, and now
only my feet will stop me.
air in tires, air in brakes.
let's hope they work next time.
friday 04.11.2008
3:53 pm train, Boston to Providence it all goes by so quickly.
my face pressed tight against yours
in protection of our own lapsed
landscapes. blurring by omission.
what is green doing in this barren place?
thursday 04.10.2008
8:04 am bus 442, Boston to Lynn unwitting cooperation and density that grows.
straightaways stacked in the opposite direction, and so
we travel on the misplaced mishmash of diets and
appetites that rumble in these stretched stomachs.
tuesday 04.08.2008
6:55 pm train, Boston to Providence
too many options. a misplaced date.
the halt-stop race on north-south
lines. fix bike, fill bags, field calls,
only now return to hurtling
towards the hope of forgiveness.
monday 04.07.2008
8:30 am train, Boston to Lynn
forage repetitive patterns of this path,
suddenly new after years of passing. these
eyes accustomed to sleep. the consumed
page a distraction as the sun
sends out its growing rays.
thursday 04.03.2008
8:30 am train, Boston to Providence
each muscle tightens with imminent knowledge.
morning has barely broken ground
and still this body rises
in resistance to but another
day of forced angles and
a too soon ending.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
wednesday 04.02.2008
7:40 am train, Providence to Boston
what lies on the other side?
this world of staring out windows at a
mean crack in the veneer of
what
we want versus
what
we have.
our disposal, contained.
tuesday 04.01.2008
5:00 pm train, Boston to Providence
fool the fool who travels swiftly.
umbrellas flip-side, inside by breezing.
scatter the waves and days long
along a happy view to spring,
fleeting breath between
fixed points of desire .
monday 03.31.2008
3:30 train, Lynn to Boston
Loveliness lies in the eyes of:
mother expecting, a double-paned frame of glass and rain,
a name that carries across defrosted marsh-
lands waiting for the first real spring to arrive.
thursday 03.27.2008
8:30 am train, Boston to Lynn
Splat. I don't want to know.
Miserly pockets and a
forgotten stop where buses come to rest.
We are in subtle motion, as the sun
leaks through veiled clouds.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
tuesday 03.25.2008
6:15pm train, Boston to Providence canceled.
Train derailed becomes
chance for communion.
wednesday 03.26.2008
7:12 am train, Providence to Boston together we travel in herds, cattle
with a single-focus destination.
Pastures of many grasses call us
across state lines and to warm beds with
covers and dreams that
leave us laughing.
monday 03.24.2008
5:17 pm train, Providence to Boston
share the social of intimate knowledge,
dispersed into hallowed buildings.
Outcropping of eras gone by and
not so old. Warp in waves and wink
in the general direction of awakening.
saturday 03.22.2008
2:45 pm train, Providence to Boston broken missteps towards a broken home.
I can hear the ball slap the court behind me and the
coffee course in limited wonder at my own
breaking of the fast.
friday 03.21.2008
3:53 pm train, Boston to Providence Spring arrives as a lion tear
of vertical landscapes and ageless plans for
identities pushing through
dirt unearthing. With each day a propulsion that moves
in all directions at once.
thursday 03.20.2008
8:30 am train, Boston to Lynn
The sky will
open to sun.
The sun will
shine down. Down onto
promises, pistons, and
brakes ride on air.
They say that its coming.
I don't hold my breath.
wednesday 03.19.2008
5:17 pm train, Lynn to Boston
platform reflection of trains in retreat.
each we grasp in passing, desperate to hydrate against this rapid loss of comfort felt.
what are those things we no longer think about?
tuesday 03.18.2008
8:30 am train, Boston to Lynn
Open-faced and yet still closing down.
I've lost sense of celebration, capacity for joy.
pigeonholing what boils down to the sticky sweet
bottom. good is not good enough to sum.
monday 03.17.2008
5:17 pm train, Lynn to Boston
tired eyes are not smiling tonight
but long to race out back doors.
i've always missed this view, four years ago landing.
while front entryways, coveted by irish pride,
piss on unawares.
saturday 03.15.2008
4:53 pm train, Boston to Providence (delayed 55 minutes)
His beard recalled another. His brother.
The train creaks; my toes cold.
"You've lost your anger," is what he said.
I had forgotten that families are the blood that bind.
thursday 03.13.2008
8:30 am train, Boston to Lynn
clouds can't hold this brightness back.
five lawn-chairs give off the scent of
absolute abandonment on the
chelsea, lynn, swampscott, salem, beverly,
monserrat, beverly farms, manchester, west glouchester, glouchester refrain.
wednesday 03.12.2008
5:17 pm train, Lynn to Boston
embrace the barometer, drop ten degrees
to open skies. i wonder if enough
will ever be, just that. regurgitate to make the hours stretch.
i only get so close to shadows.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
tuesday 03.11.2008
6:10 pm train, Lynn to Boston
Walking backwards,
not wanting to leave.
Sun patterns hang on storage racks.
These homes and marshes stand brilliant and
frozen. I want to move forward but
keep traveling in reverse.
monday 03.10.2008
8:33 am 441 bus, Boston to Lynn Today, the bus.
Fifty cents of kindness.
Random route but at least I
kept my head up and
cough to myself.
Lose the Monday.
Start early. With purpose.
friday 03.07.2008
6:10 pm train, Boston to Providence
oncoming lights erase
platforms like smoke.
offer heat for
the long stretch home.
Which word matters most?
In the smoke and rain, a translation
of distance. A blessing. A revelation.
Monday, May 19, 2008
monday 03.03.2008
8:30am train Boston to Lynn
(delayed 30 minutes)
familiar patterns.
new again.
what timing.
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