Toronto Poet of the Subway Train
I’m thinking double space it all
And send it to the Sun.
I’m writing on an envelope shard
The perfect pensive bard
The wise-girl opposite in a skirt
Gives me a smirk.
Me that has seen the Hidden Onagri at Pearson,
Throwing fat metal darts at the sky. Pierce Sun,
That other gal opposite is reading Thomas Mann.
I am Lord Denizen of the Underground-
Toronto’s digestive tract or
The metro–Toronto’s womb disgorging people
The swaying and the braking of the moving metro
Stirring our lives into existence
The common folk.
Stations being called
The train brakes and takes off
A wild man’s wail.
Someone sharpening a knife on a grinding wheel.
A babble of minds is here
It’s rude to stare I’m staring
Under cover at everyone
The man reading; a grin on his face
He’s missing his glasses and grimacing in
His effort to read.
The mp3 (Sorry,this was way back before the iPhone) players in
All shapes and sizes
Prized crystal balls
Consulted and reprogrammed by various listeners
Wonder? The new immigrants and aliens ponder
This strange amulet with earplugs?
Fancy pants and the Matrix coats.
Two school girls oblivious to this fashion parade
Eat huge burgers and talk loudly
About Jim’s new date.
It’s rush hour and the sardine packing begins.
The train is rollicking
And everyone hanging on to the top bar.
Some innocents are exposing laborers’ underarms
To the professors and dons.
“I’m sorry they mumble for working all day
It was hot and sweatshirt is all wet
There was no changing room
So if you want I can take it off here and now
And perhaps change my shoes. Caked with mud.
Don’t look affronted by my smells.”
Torontese, repartee near the door
‘Cool down man, Take a valium.!’
Look away; now those ads above your head
The map telling the stations’ fable
A modern Peutinger Table.
Labyrinthine exits go left or right?
Stairs for smoking, hot dog stands
Free newspapers, bouquets for your sweet.
Turnstiles, tollbooths and tickets
Tokens, transfers and passes
Old men ladies and lasses.
Take a streetcar if you desire
Or a bus if it transpires.
The train brakes and then takes off.
Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen
Come climb down
And meet the world
In the TTC.
Some writers long ago said
And everyone scoffed
People shall live underground
On the moon, an entire nation.
This is Moon-Station.
Everyone a reader
Karl Shakespeare, Wells Pearl and Tan,
Proust, Salinger, Bradbury, Agatha, Wodehouse
Dan, Joyce and Wilde.
You name it reads like a guide.
An unsung poet I trudge
The railed corridors I judge
Canada beauties and mums
Coffee cups; chewing gum
Kids off to school, read their text
St. George is next.
I’m wondering why do they even not send a rejection slip now?
They just ignore it?
How does a writer get printed? How?
Poems, novels and stories?
(Aside–He was not yet a blogger, it seems.)
That lady there is busty in her crossy -word
Come on look up
Show us your beautiful eyes (shades of Paul Newman)
(And Paul said ‘Lady I know you have beautiful tits(breasts he must have said) but I am not asking you to show them.’)
Come on look up give us a look.
Alas grand ignore
Its music, paper or book.
Sometimes you search for that ultimate question
The primal pick-up line
Have I not met/seen/that book is great/
Ah the coffee; yes its very cold; no I’m not married.
It’s hard down there
To be an innocent observer.
How Lord O can I be a part of their lives
Forever riding these trains?
Turbans, toupees and Togas
Meet Fernandez, Tula and Degas
Bells, buckles and tongue pins
Going to Church or for your SINs?
Buskers, Chinese and Slav
Banjos, accordions and guitar
And yes once I did see the sitar.
Hues and dyes of hair
Tattooed legs stockinged and bare.
Could I please get the title?
Of official recorder of deeds, fashions and mores
In the year 2005 CE
The poet le? La TTC.
Great Photo by Neelam.
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ባዶ ጭንቅላት ስድብ ይቀናታል፡፡ ባዶ ጭንቅላት ማገናዘብ ያንሳታል፡፡ ባዶ ጭንቅላት ማለት ግን መልካም ነው፡፡ ምክንያቱም ክፍት ቦታ አለው እና፡፡የነ ልጅ Mamush Tadesse ጭንቅላት ግን ልጋግ የተሞላ ነው፡፡ ክፍት ቦታ የለውም፡፡ምንም ስንኳ ብትመግበው ይተፋዋል፡፡ እንደ ጋሪ እየተነዳ መሄድ ይፈልጋል፡፡ እውነት እንዳይሰማ ተደርጎ በውሸት ተሞልቷል፡፡ ውሸት አብዝቶ ስለ ለመደ እውነት ሲቀላቀልበት አናቱ ስለሚታመም ውሸቱን አጥብቆ መያዝ መርጠዋል፡፡ እውነቱን ቀስ በቀስ መለማመድ እንዲችል /unlearning/ ውሸትን ማፅዳት ያስፈልገዋል፡፡ እንደ እብድ ድንጋይ መውገር እንጂ እውነቱን ለማወቅ ጊዜ ማባከን መስሎ ይታየዋል፡፡ ለምሳሌ ፡ ምኒሊክ እና ሀይለስላሴ ኦሮሞ ናቸው ፡፡የ ራስ ተፈሪ አባት ጉራጌ እና ኦሮሞ ሲሆኑ እናተቻአው ደግሞ ወ/ሮ የሽመቤት አሊ አባጅፋር ይባላሉ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yeshimebet_Ali፡፡ ብየ ብነግራቸው እነ ማሙሽ ታደሰ ባጠገባቸው ብሆን በድንጋይ ይወግሩኛል፡፡አሁን ግን በረኪና ይጠጡ እንጂ አንገናኝም፡፡በተመሳሳይ ሁኔታ የ ተፈሪ መኮንን ሚስት ያጎታቸው ልጅ ናቸው ቢባሉም የሚያብዱ ይመስለኛል፡፡ አጤ ምኒሊክ እናታቸው የ ሰው ቤት ሰራተኛ ናቸው ፡፡ብላቸውም ታንቀው ይሞቱ ይሆናል፡፡ እኔ ግን መረጃ ይዤ እስከተናገርሁኝ ድረስ ተጠያቂ አይደለሁም፡፡
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