The aim of his role
Was to move a lot of blow
Ask him his dream
What does it mean?
He woudn’t know
“Can’t be like the rest”
Is the most he’ll confess
But the time’s running out
And there’s no happiness
My name is Leonard. I work for Saward Management Company. They own a ton of buildings downtown. I’m assigned to 305 Wallstreet. It’s one of those places that has a lot of solo practice lawyers. I clean their garbage and vacuum the floor. At night when I leave, I like to think I’m a bat, almost like a batman. I just ride the subway, from one terminus to the other.
I didn’t start noticing something was wrong with gwa gwa until she came into my room that one morning and started yelling verses from the bible. But not just any bible. It was the fucking childrens bible, and from the looks of it, it was in Arabic.
Thanks for stopping by
But I’m just visiting
For a short time
I need to get back
To my submarine
It has wings
It can fly
It is my home.
If I leave here tomorrow,
Will you still remember me?
over there at the end of the block was a memory
i used to have when i was younger
there was candy canes and cotton candy and bubble tea
coconut cookies and almond floats
you were there, too
at the bottom of the slide
to catch me when i went down headfirst
i knew that was against the rules
but you let me do it anyway
now i go feet first
and make sure there are lots of pillows at the bottom
Waiting for the bus…
Dreaming of the islands
So far away although there
Are so many of us here
We came here to find opportunity
And peace and freedom
Yet with all these rules and social networks
And rat races every which way
With everyone having to go somewhere
It’s during these times that I wait
Truly wait
And I realize that I left something good
And that I will spend the rest of my
Life trying to get back to where I’m from
After spending my whole life trying to get here
Check it before we wreck it
Each one of us
Shares a thought
A feeling
Even a handshake
We sit next to each other
Wondering if the other had a milkshake
Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry deluxe?
A mix maybe
That brings us all back to childhood
When we could do anything and
Dream anything
Now that we aren’t little
We seem now more incapable
Less adventerous
The world to us is a room
With four corners, a computer, and
Some pencils that are half sharpened
But today I feel hope
Like a small pebble swept in from the shore
Dancing up with the others
Holding on for dear life to the creamy sand
As it edges it’s way back to
The mouth of the sea
Nothing is ever truly private on the subway.
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