Posts tagged ‘commute’
I’m not going nowhere
Because I’m somewhere
A few hundred feet under
Flatbush avenue
The black smoke has left the island and is hanging around Brooklyn
I keep cheddar cheese
Goldfish in my bag
Every so often when I’m feeling
Listless I put my hand in
My bag and touch the goldfish
I know each one by their
Curves and whether they
Have been partially eaten
Sometimes when things get
Really tough at work I bring
The bag into meetings
My colleagues think I’m
Looking for a pen or a paper
When I reach into the bag
But I’m really singing
Quiet songs like twinkle twinkle
Because that’s what they
Like the most.
He says that I’m too emotional
But that’s just because I say
I love him every chance I get
I know he goes out with his
Boys on Friday night
And comes back smelling like
Liquor and weed
At least though he’s not smelling
Like perfume
I don’t care that I have
To leave him alone over
The weekend
I want to give him his space
That’s the fair thing to
Do and I won’t even sweat him
For a few dollars every month
When this baby comes
This book has all the names
I found it in a tree
On seventy fourth street
And central park west
I was climbing and a racoon
Brought me in his flying frisbee
To the top of the El Dorado
And showed me how to
Read Jesus talk
Now I’m fluent and
I have all the names
Dare I say we make
Quite the lethal combination
My left shoe
Rests in my closet
With my red tie
Temperature controlled
You can say I take good
Care of them
But at times like these
When the weather is so
Close to summer yet
Cool and brisk like fall
I take them both out
Just to trick them
Into thinking they
Missed summer
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention’s to get richer
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.
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