08-15-2015, 05:52 AM
SITTING SHIVA
You look real good man
a special kid yells to me
on the station floor
he likes my suit
my friend presses the machine,
gets his ticket for the line out
of the car sound and onto Capital South,
where we’ll quit the rail and
walk DC
he has his ticket, with a nicotine ghost
blue suit perfumed by
stubbed butts
rolling papers
the sweet skunk of weed
we’re on the line and he
tells me how when he sat shiva for his
dad’s brother,
he didn’t feel so terrible,
rattles out
a shiva fills you remembering,
we’re on the metro’s plastic seats
and we talk about the retarded kid
who'd hardly smash a fly
off the rail
paid up
the escalator
thinking how this is his second time
in the city for a funeral
we rise,
and I let my friend's smoke fill me,
imagining his dress shoe stamp out
another cig,
I don’t give a damn about the secondhand
You look real good man
a special kid yells to me
on the station floor
he likes my suit
my friend presses the machine,
gets his ticket for the line out
of the car sound and onto Capital South,
where we’ll quit the rail and
walk DC
he has his ticket, with a nicotine ghost
blue suit perfumed by
stubbed butts
rolling papers
the sweet skunk of weed
we’re on the line and he
tells me how when he sat shiva for his
dad’s brother,
he didn’t feel so terrible,
rattles out
a shiva fills you remembering,
we’re on the metro’s plastic seats
and we talk about the retarded kid
who'd hardly smash a fly
off the rail
paid up
the escalator
thinking how this is his second time
in the city for a funeral
we rise,
and I let my friend's smoke fill me,
imagining his dress shoe stamp out
another cig,
I don’t give a damn about the secondhand