late

eye sports
lids keeping aloft
affective constructs
via the tease
of slides and sidles
towards the east.
Someone else dilates eyes, eats
through the pac man maze
of unshared shared polity
faster
and beats
you to the subway seat!
The flames of your lambent soul are extinguished!!

subway talk part ii

We almost missed the revolution.

But that's revolutionary! jokes Mr. Martov.

Mr. Lenin frowns. He says that he will be ready

in, like, half an hour. He's almost done listening

to Beethoven's The Appassionata.

subway talk

Is that a kindle or is that a nook?

I've seen them, but I think they're not for me.

I like the physicality of books!

The musty pages and the lock and key

of tarnished silver; ink that flowed from pens

of monks long dead; the covers leatherbound

in something (human skin?) that moans; a lens,

that helps you trace the whorls of runes around

the thousand maddened faces scribed within,

suspended by a ribbon. I don't think

that e-ink shackles words that shriek their sins

to damn the heavens quite like standard ink.

Yeah. Reading books has always been my passion.

That and Satan. Guess I'm just old-fashioned.