A tequila sunrise and 27 pesos later I am sitting, balancing myself On the plastic, graffiti-covered bus seat, Listening to the cheesy Mexican radio And feeling the eyes of those three men On my body from two rows back.
We make our way 45 miles an hour Down the narrow boulevard. My drink splashing side to side As the bus races around the bends And slams its breaks on Outside the busy gathering Of dark skin and fruit stands.
chimneys and cobbles from a long time ago decorating this city the place that we know like the back of our hands traced with blue lines matching the transportation the stops drooping with vines plants rich with rainwater that drips from the sky a sky gray like concrete dotted with birds that fly by looking for a warmer vacation with a sun that can shine strong enough for imposing clouds they're looking, but i've found mine
i'm really enjoying writing poems about places that i've been before makes me want to go back desperately!
delayed, service changed we are the trailblazers struggling through stone and soil and motor oil slicks, slip on the gap WATCH IT!
we are the city rats, scurrying between streets, along rails that could **** us and that have. service changes, trains collide we take deep breaths, and swipe,
we cant swim so we'll slide through sunken subway lines. at show time we'll roll our eyes but smile on the sly. we're in this **** together so delays aside, we ride.
today i was reading one of those "poetry in motion" poems and for once it was actually about the subway. the subway is one of those things that's as ******* infuriating as it is mindblowingly amazing. the only reason i was able to post this so soon is bc the train i was on stopped service half way and threw us onto some shuttles. i dont really know where im going. see what i mean?
The moon's glow holds nothing special tonight, As someone so brilliant glimmers before my eyes. It is captivating the way green eyes sparkle in moonlight, The way rosy lips lightly release quiet sighs.
I am transported to other places, when there I gaze, And you remain at my side wherever I roam. You peel away the pain that has lingered like a haze, Deciding that you will never leave me alone.
And on quiet nights, when there are no sounds in the air, My mind wanders to the holder of my love. Ponders green eyes that mesmerize as they stare, Invalidating the glowing moon above.
I close my eyes on those quiet nights, and you appear, Existing beside me to calm my shaking form. Your embrace vanquishing my fear, Calming this tumultuous storm.
you can take all your aeroplanes dump 'em all in the deep blue sea said you can take all them aeroplanes dump 'em all in the deep blue sea say, i don't need no plane to fly me i got my own smooth pair of wings
you can take all your automobiles park 'em all in a big green field said you can take all them automobiles park 'em all in a big green field say, i don't need no car to drive me i got my own cool set of wheels
you can take all of your trains and run 'em off the track said you can take all of them trains just run 'em right off the track don't need no locomotive engine i got the blues, i'll blow my stack (better get back)