I lost my personality on the M train
The grass is breathing in the sun
and turning it into life.
All the water applauds.
So you don’t eat the chicken:
No harm, no fowl
I always give what I have
To anyone who asks. Here’s two bucks.
It’s all I got.
That and a half-hearted smile.
Let me pick your scab.
Let me walk with no destination in mind.
Putting flaneur down on my résumé.
I’m on this train, right?
It’s chug-a-lug-a-lugging into Manhatto
And I’m on an edible. Get off wrong station:
Up the stairs down the stairs up the stairs.
Last stop!
Sometimes I think that woman on the train is
You
Caught in the background of someone else’s photos
Hands on their own are not atoms.
I’m not here to talk shit
I thought that leaf was bones
Behind sunglasses stoned
But I’m not not here to talk shit.
Guy calls dog coming toward me
It turns away and I am alone again
At least when the sun goes down
It phones its understudy.
Like seeing your boss drunk
Like your body feeling good
Like a leaking water bottle
It’s all accidental eye contact with
The person across from you.
I’m sorry I’m sorry,
All I ever wanted was to be me
But it’s becoming harder each day