Tagged: bull run

on a scale from walking

on a scale from walking
to sprinting, we make
the transfer, keep pace
with fellow commuters –
it’s how i imagine
the Pamplona encierro
running with the bulls,
someone slips
sometime –
but here, in
Brooklyn, between
the L-train and the
G-train, no one’s looking
out to save us


i passed Pamplona the other

i passed Pamplona the other
night on the way to Curry Hill.
you weren’t in, and in fact, the
place was boarded up, but there
was no mistaking the sad
sign of a bleeding bull in the
arms of a giant man
heavy with loss