Rogue Poem: "Springtime on the 86"

Springtime on the 86

Caffeine, jazz

new drugs

marveling

clear clustered

bus panes drenched –

April lawns,

mirror-slate streets;

tiny earths

fish-eyed.

Besides the boy

who’s the voyeur

taping me turn

Coronation onto

Neighbourhood

and vaporizing?

All manner of

matter divided into

things I’ll tell you

about things I won’t –  

vessels congest,

forgetting.

Spring, 2011. Taken from a note I left myself in iPhone while bussing downtown.