to night train

night train you are better than day train you

you are awesome like night train

the movie with danny glover 

steve zahn and leelee sobieski

people spit in you you are express

usually i'm not sure you are sometimes

only local or quasi express or local
your windows are mirrors

it's sad and quiet in you

you show me the river, the ice chunked

freezing river but 

mostly you are a mirror

to my sadness and my self-pity

i try and write and read in you

but it's easier to play a game

listen to music or tweet and text
there's an empty subway cup in you

i ride backwards in you

your ticket collector is vacant

unshaven and polite in an angry way

the drunk people are gone for a few days

the weekend is over you are only express

so steady no worries of sunshine

inside of you you are taking me 

to the city to my home away from 

home in the hell of the city

the starry landscape shifts

in your windows a half moon

watches you you night train

you are express or local

you are dirty and in the city's 

bowels where time doesn't matter

and it feels like home

who is cenci?

the circulatory system has a
circulatory system there
a respiratory system brain
wave system could be a wave pool
like a melody and more wily never been inside one
are there boxes of ceramic swans
i can spread these blue sheets over 
just kidding i'm painting a room
all furniture in to the center
is someone moving around in the room
like something necessary and private
while i paint it?
cenci needs to go to england or paris
pilfered from new york
i mean italy he's dead don't know who he is
once you hear these nighttime ruminations
you won't believe how blue joe was
when he was a little younger
in a jacket and shorts too

dead lifts

dead lifts today why are they dead

i guess because the weight starts on the floor

and you put it back on the floor when you're done

it was snowing i ran to the little park at the end of grand

did a little stretch and a con-ed man wearing a back

support thing took a picture of the river

i said you can't even see the buildings

he said i didn't even notice until you said something

i said yeah usually there's a big one right there

and then another one over there

running up grand the snow was deeper right 

next to the building it felt like stepping 

on a gym mat

Yuengling

What’s up

did I receive a determined person in the mail

it looks like a weird conjunction of some kind

It would be better not to use them

He just wrote a poem

He's on my computer now, caring for the files

He was thinking about the article about too many babies

Thinking about eggs falling from the crooked arms of god

I think people are traveling around the country more on foot

What do I mean when I say people

Seriously, it is a new discovery to just ask myself

What people are these do you speak of?

the hoffman essay in retrograde 

i have taken offense today september

in october the plan is to fall from the tree

smiling because i'm a fool

a man takes blame for the small blue plane

this ski run enervated the bark-less house

we pass with poems our house in fear

is there another poem for you?

strange allies of faith///\\\\

the car slows to a halt through a window

dirty sleeves reach the blue atmosphere

prediction of the new older roll blind

eroded beliefs to the soil of our coins

southside of whiteface mid-june

i am so out of shape

adam stands in his red shorts

mike stands under his safari hat

mark sits on the rock his heels on the rock

he shares his clif bar

something stalks

the campsite that night

mike wakes up to a trail of blood

descending from his ear

i know this guy who's all about coffee drinking and it's really kinda gross. he has a gross beard - coffee stained - and dirty clothes - coffee stained. but he say this funny thing all the time and it makes no sense, he says 'the longer the steep, the harder the press'. just outta nowhere he'll say it and then leave with his dirty newspaper and his dirty newspaper hands. 'the longer the steepte the harder the press'

one ten thirteen

i'm having what i guess is ennui

sadness, breakfast

pasta at 9am

the hobbit

like gandalf finding it amusing 

to entertwine bilbo's fate

with the dwarf's, someone 

has put something in my life

that makes it more exciting

since the odds are quite so unreasonable

i am bad at the musical instrument

in my room

i started to feel better in the bathroom

my second shit of the day

reading that doctors could

easily cure more deaths by

practicing medicine we already know

works around the world

*

i wore a t-shirt and nike shorts

across the bridge

it was 47 degrees

my penis was cold

coming back

i had to hold it it

hurt i tried to run 

faster than this guy 

was shorter red hair

when i got back

i used apricot scrub 

in the shower

and put shampoo

on my loofa by accident

used the loofa on my hair

the city is so loud

or am i becoming more 

sensitive to the sounds

i want to speak the poetry

to myself when i'm

not home that's already

happening there are condoms

in my sock drawer they've

been there too long

and the belt i don't use

that often just to match

the brown shoes i never wear

i'm never reading the book

i want to read i'm reading

the one i need to finish

before i start the better book

about the romantic poet

shelley a real interesting

person who probably did 

not spend this much time

on the periphery the motor

sounds open somehow

the mechanic didn't 

close the motor it's spinning

i imagine not idle

i can hear it accelerate 

you lack the determination

my body has good genes

you are more pretty and

delicate other things

about you are that you 

get what you want

and it's not not important

what you've accomplished

drinking alcohol

drinking alcohol

on my bed

i shoot men off their 

horses in slow motion

with my controller

a digital flock erupts 

from the desert brush

and switches

direction innately

adam looked inside

the empty green stroller

i took a picture with 

my cellphone camera

said it 

fell out of the tree