“DEUCE WAS HERE”
Black marker attempting permanence.
dried slush proclaiming
discounts meet boot heels.
grey flats, white laces trying to shine
this Boston winter grits
the Orange line into shades of salt rime.
Those grey pants are too tight
for this thirty-something texter.
Time to contemplate the empty
Arizona bottle skittishly questioning toes.
1) Who gets ‘zona’s in plastic bottles?
2) Why is the cap off?
Did you purposefully drop TWO pieces of trash
just so you could be twice the asshole?
it’s MODERN ART
hidden among the dinginess
of tired commuters
-man absently kicks 40% OFF
does not register the deal he’s smudging-
TIME TO CEASE
-got off train at Downtown Crossing-