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LAST POEM WRITTEN IN 2019
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CANNIBALIZED HAIBUN
the last poem written in 2019--riding a Septa train home from work and trying to capture the fleeting images as the train rocked along the tracks. I had my little office depot notepad and my trusty pen out. The new Septa trains provide a really rocky ride and my pen kept slipping from my hand and the already sloppy cursive began to resemble the penmanship of a serial killer. I refused to give up the ghost. The words must find a way onto the page. My six readers are greatly anticipating my next piece. I stare at the Schuylkill River and then observe the barren trees of Fairmount Park. A couple deer trot along but fail to inspire verse. Graffiti adorns the crumbling factories in North Philadelphia and a brand new mosque stands tall. I keep thinking that I really need to capture the moment and bottle the quintessence of this city.
momentary lapse
trains have no shock absorbers
I suffer greatly
