From Ditmars Blvd. (the Last Stop)

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02/03/2013

Neighborhood: Astoria

N train I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
N train, two dollars and twenty-five cents.
N train; go fuck yourself with your Sunday Schedule.
N train you are making me lose my mind.
You will never be angelic
N train, 40 minutes to Queensboro Plaza!
N train you are full of excuses.
We passengers don’t have many demands.
I felt good, now I’m bothered.
N train you are sinister, stuck between stations.
N train let us off at Lexington and 59th!
N train my pulse is rising.
N train this isn’t good for the human condition.
How could you keep us in this cage?
N train the fare is going up!
Our collective blood is boiling.
N train I feel used and useless.
N train I’m in charge of nothing.
N train I have existential anxiety.
My grocery store closes at 11pm.
N train 14th Street is an eternity.
N train your indifference is disheartening
N train, is this what you think of me?

From Ditmars Blvd. (the Last Stop). Homage to Allen Ginsberg’s America

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