27 January 2010

Misprision

Misprision(1/27)

...and she hit her son and he turned and hit her
He was 6 or 7 and no one on the train breathed for two stops

In my earphones was a song about things staying the same
how it always stings yet keeps on

At Canal Street they got off in a flurry of hurry up
Their arms were at funny angles and it resembled trees in storm

Why do people resemble trees in winter?
All elbows and knotty parts cranking in air

At Prince Street I walked up the stairs and into the night
the music switched to a song about lovers in love

Somewhere there are trees that resemble people arguing on subways