Tagged: mta
above and below
above and below
ground, the city meets and un-
meets, we tag along
.
20230413:2100
y
by the time i see you
by the time i see you,
and you see me,
it’s already
way too late – we are
one another’s answer
to whether the rumbling
is the sound of the train
arriving or departing. we
slow down
about two
paces, still hopeful
to make the transfer
in some alternate
universe
.
20130821:1838
y
monday morning, we
monday morning, we
packed the restored
trains, bumping
perpetually into
tardiness
.
20121105:1215
y
before perfecting the
before perfecting the
business of travel
on, across, and around
the third rail, city
rodents must endure
and pass the final
exam on Harmonics
in Electric Circuits,
perfect the death-
defying jump, and
first, and foremost,
develop the devil-
may-care scuttle
in owning their
neighborhoods
.
20120418:0822
y
from borough to
from borough to
borough, the city
springs back
to life, responding
to a stirring of steel
ribs, the quickening
of electrical
wires, synapses
towards the
familiar.
the heart resumes
its harmonizing
rhythm, shuttling
our recollected
dreams, pulling
us into and out
of tunnels,
rediscovering
our perfect
equilibrium
.
20110829:0839
y
heavy man on the
heavy man on the
L, dangling –
by a thread of
sleep deprivation –
from the vertical
handrails, nodding
off outside
the beat of my
evening commute
selection, maybe
waiting
for the transitional
bridge to catch him
.
20110308:2148
y
on the L – the only train
on the L – the only train
whose passengers have a
figure lit above their foreheads
counting down the number
of stops before they
disembark – i take my chances
standing in front of a young
lady, hedging my bets that
she will not change her
mind this morning. thank
goodness for this new
installation – the L
train: executing MTA’s
experiments, transporting
perfectly poised guinea pigs
.
20100511:2152
y
i know the tall suit who spent
i know the tall suit who spent
three weeks reading On The
Road, the curly-haired forty-
something who is a runner
or wants to be, the older gentle-
man who travels from
somewhere wide
enough to plant his own
daffodils for the empty
vases on the twelfth
floor, and the young
woman who keeps her hair
interesting. plus or minus
ten minutes, we all ride in
the same train car
together, towards a
ballpark destination
.
20100415:2151
y
your head is resting
your head is resting
against the train window
eyes just
making out
the underground
graffiti between stations
this, i am imagining
as my head leans
against the cool glass,
heart just
learning to make
the connection, caught
between stations
.
20100203:2222
y
y 