Bus Beat Drunk M31

(here's a sound poem i wrote while, well, drunk on the bus. people seem to enjoy it whenever i perform it at a reading)


Bus Beat Drunk M31


The guy got off on 23rd
The guy got on on 34th
The guy got off on 23rd & on on 34th
The guy, the guy, got off & on
The guy got off off Off
on 23rd and on
The guy got off on
23rd & on on
The guy got on
on 34th
The same guy got on
on 34th as got off on 23rd
The same guy got off on 23rd
and on The guy
got on
The guy?
Same guy?
Same guy got on
Same guy The guy
got off on 23rd
got on on 34th
And then the guy got on again
@ 43rd & on on
59th The guy
The guy
The bus is full
full of the guy
The guy got off on 23rd
& on & on again

A hit of Whitman

O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done.

This hit of acid’s wearing off, up rises gumdrop sun.
Last night's star bright vision’s pigments mix to mud,
their profundity has gone to sleep, not gone but hidden in the blood
that feeds and fools my daytime mind & lifts me from the crud.
The trial of sprightly footprints across unbroken thoughtworld’s snow
tell me more than where I’ve been, but hint of where to go –
where visions are like toadstools grown thickly by the road,
each plucked by chance at leisure’s pace or left to shine unknown.