April Poem #17 (sample)

Express to Work


Because your body smells of sweat, sawdust,

9-5 & lemon rind. Smells of coffee grinds & time.


How polite your skin is against mine. NY Times

& this. Daily grind. Grind. Crime in times. News


& crime. Grind & time. Time & grind. Warnings

never end & it’s cold—keep a coat on & it’s bustle


graffiti, train track trance—all of us a spell.


Ekphrastic poem sample based on painting by Maxwell Taylor