“DEUCE WAS HERE”
Black marker attempting permanence.
Scattered newspapers
scuffled underfoot
dried slush proclaiming
40% OFF!
discounts meet boot heels.
Glance up:
grey flats, white laces trying to shine
omnipresent grime
this Boston winter grits
the Orange line into shades of salt rime.
Those grey pants are too tight
for this thirty-something texter.
Shit.
Eye-contact.
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?
or maybe
it’s MODERN ART
hidden among the dinginess
of tired commuters
-Tufts stop-
-man absently kicks 40% OFF
does not register the deal he’s smudging-
[sic]
TIME TO CEASE
RAMBLING
SILENCE
FINGERS
CEASE
YOUR
GRAPHITE
ASSAULT
ON THESE
UNSULLIED
PAGES
-got off train at Downtown Crossing-
Thought Liquor 