Bullet Train

[tmanzano]

There are many people on the Metros advance
from Compton to South Central's madly quiet 
strobing graffiti of scourge and briefcases
standing out before the zombie addicts wearing
dresses over pants passing time in dark brown
peacock tatter green shirts layered under
argyle sweaters tethered in knots over
midnight blue bruised concrete chipped cheeks 
turned by Los Angeles' hospitality dropping change
in leather hands for sand-paper smiles

This is the kind of poetry I like to write and read. It has such a cool cerebral essence to it, that is far more endowed with feeling than it seems at first.

"argyle sweaters tethered in knows over
midnight blue bruised concrete chipped cheeks"


I can't help but imagine a cold New York night. I was taken aback by Los Angeles, though I see how it fits in with the final line. With the line I quoted, I wonder if you meant that the cheeks have gone blue with the cold or a brutal beating?

Wonderful work. Thank you!

I did mean beating, and to turn the other cheek. Thank you for the wonderful comment. Very gracious.