LIRR Poetry
Morning sweat; pastel bodies trundle down the stairs
A conductor lists back and forth in the doorway
The wall cries out with phantom ringing
If you see something, say something.
Step, beep, step, beep, step, beep
The platform below is oceans away
It’s 8:37 and the 8:38 is leaving the station
It’s all YOUR fault.
Crisp September air is hot and wet with summer.
Apollo's rays occlude the laptop screen.
The 8:56 (not for free-range commuters), thunders in
Backwards, at least I found a seat.
Beep, pop. A conference call commences.
With frosted coffee hands, employees hesitantly stagger in
The elevator takes forever.
I am late.
A conductor lists back and forth in the doorway
The wall cries out with phantom ringing
If you see something, say something.
Step, beep, step, beep, step, beep
The platform below is oceans away
It’s 8:37 and the 8:38 is leaving the station
It’s all YOUR fault.
Crisp September air is hot and wet with summer.
Apollo's rays occlude the laptop screen.
The 8:56 (not for free-range commuters), thunders in
Backwards, at least I found a seat.
Beep, pop. A conference call commences.
With frosted coffee hands, employees hesitantly stagger in
The elevator takes forever.
I am late.
posted by Matty at 11:53 AM
3 Comments:
First up Wednesday, 9/7
Screenwriter Tom Benedek shoots his own unproduced scriptsliterally, with a .45-caliber pistoland mounts them as art.
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Of course I wrote it!
I like it!
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