Tagged: cab

perhaps life and death

perhaps life and death
start with a cab ride, meter
running, waiting for

a destination – my hands are
deep in these pockets, searching
.
20180502:0750
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from the B.Q.E.,

from the B.Q.E.,
i am always seeing you
for the first time –
a rapid exchange
in morse code,
from windows to
window, rolled
down for
better decoding
.
20150927:1835
y

it’s not the city,

it’s not the city,
it’s not on the best day,
maybe it’s the persistence,
but i would share a cab
to eternity with you
.
20150305:1403
y

20080412

fear of flying, part 2
.
at the end of the escalator
ride towards baggage claim,
a dozen men wait in black
trench coats, each holding up
a sign with a bold magic marker
name, under tight lips a matching
magic marker line – like angels
of death finally coming to pick
us up – from our wager with the skies
.
20080412:0157

(for k)

april crushing –
trading furtive glimpses
through a calculated
slice of doorway
.
20080412:1921
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