no thing warm

an M arrives.
it's 19 degrees.
windy to the bones.

i dress in many layers.
two scarves, a wool
yugoslav military hat
with earflaps.

it's so clear
it's so cold.

it's recognizable
to george washington
at valley forge
wrapped in his blanket
on his horse.

up up up
the up
the sun on
my disrobed noggin
& neck of back
is a highlight
for the day.

all lines are clear
in the well-lit cold.

clouds from smokestacks
give forth great effort
before they dissipate
into the clear
of all the weather

down down
into the labyrinth
of dark
where no thing warm
shines
on my neck.

up over

the bridge is a misty day
the grey is how
water dissipates light.

rush hour is a steady speed
on its way.
grey is the color of water
in the bay.
sky in the water.

traffic moves crisply
droplets, vapors
diffract & scrub sight

mist plays easy
as it grows
amoebically into larger
& larger drops
on the window
in the wind.

another timely arrival

here we go
out the tunnel
into the out
up the up

see me late afternoon sky
see me ride this locomotive up

across a small part of sky
a look at all the rest
of what climbs the sky
bldgs, bridges & smokestacks

a cold river reflects a cold sky
the sun sinks downriver
out off toward jersey

brooklyn calls the bridge
down to its burly bosom

cycles pass, walkers, cars
train in the other direction
back to brooklyn.

lament the light

M train showed
just as i got up the steps.

it's a nice sunny ride
the light drifts in
window-shaped patches
crosst the floor
& warms my face
a moment afore we turn
the curve & the incline
is up & the patches of light
are further away
moving with trainsway
interrupted & re-translated
by angles of architecture.
interrupted by ironwork
& the downswing.
many things race by
stay in the same place
dance flickering patterns
of light & dark
on the filthy floor.
dwn dwn dwn
lament the light.

dear thomas who?

are you related to the doctor?
or is this moniker more
metaphorical?
have i forgot who you are?
[did i ever know?]
i have forgot who you are

full-fledged train

with all its feathers
a-here we go

over the bridge.
an elevated road
over & above
up & away

far & away
above the fray

higher even
than george washington
on his tall pony

taller than streets
& signs & lights & time
it takes to crawl
with gravity down.

glitters on the rivers
different coloers
of different kinds
of lights.

colds & warms
reds & greens
& lost way blues.

over a bridge
the materials of

the pathways pass by
if yr not moving
then evrything else is

if evrything stands still
why am i sinking?

trainwheels tumble
& shine down
the incline

hew & call
fire & fall
dwn dwn dwn
into a place to exit
silver snake
into the gloom
of night punctuated
by these dashing colors.

a day of gd rains

days of rain

bridge under an opening sky

here & there
winter daylight
cuts through
the over cast

days of rains

30 degrees colder
& we'd have snow.



roll oh roll oh roll
ah roll ahlong
along to roll
i long to roll along

a powerful treat
a treastise on confusion
a coastal switch
take me to yr feeder
i'd like a trough o me own
all crawling thru
all calling true