A Poem

I wrote this almost a year ago. I've been told I'm not terribly prolific.

Cinderella on the 6

Ten beers walking slowly stopping starting along the dark cracked birdshit sidewalk.
Trip stumble swoop and glide over potholes en route to the 86th st train stop.
Fumble in the pocket pull the card please swipe again at this turnstile. Ok.
Three young Bettys looking wide-eyed confused planning finding consensus.
Infused with the walk-heat forehead moisture undo the second button and breathe.
Turnstile rotate woman fascinate moving ten twenty thirty forty feet down the line.
Stand sobriety limbs carefully asunder still a herky jerk in her thick-belted direction.
Leaning tight-jeans white shirt against white tile wall, staring at me only peripherally.
Stiff neck forced posture time the perv just right yes peripheral no more. Ok.
Drift on, drunk return, the Bettys getting closer bored spread out hangdog what did you really expect at 2am on a Monday?
Men on the tracks flashlights waving calm still air dead sound dead but the feet slide.
Too far turn around muse hiding by a pole knee betrays. Stare stare wait she looks.
Once more with confidence skiing between the poles forty thirty twenty ten stop.
Lights and noise quiet and the air disappears and the prey is alarmed.
Danger stop freeze wait for it five feet train slow door open three feet one foot—
Cross paths no eyes no board train sit she’s a mouse on the next car. Fool. Ok.
Visual through the window foggy sight eyes again good a game the mouse is playing.
Stare stare mouse stands looks fast turn pause wow butt perfect silver buckle.
Mouse skitters sits farther away the horror foggier still brown hair but barely now.
Stare stare one station two three stare stiff neck stiff thunder flows like a river.
Purse and hands aflutter mirror brush plastic sticks and discs spread eyes concentrate.
Minutes of attention satisfaction new face stand turn full figure salute to the window.
Not for me ignorance and consternation two stops consults watch and phone what did you really expect at 2am on a Monday?
Beauty queen smoking struck lightning and lived like lips of fire red with rings.
Next to last stop appointment time one last look tease full figure ample chump.
Mouse-marmot stand grasp pole damn you don’t look at me I’m poor and horny. Ok.
Exit moves heels with ease confusion failure rube don’t look at me.
Wheels move mouse slips up up up and out away into his clutch slipperless.

Tues Sep 12 8:19pm