Poems written on the #1 Bus (Massachusetts Avenue):

Untitled

Swamps beneath swamps

No more division streets emptied of local shaman

Prison land for too super smart animals, guides, and pushers

On the level teams of bred-for-intelligence animals - Teams or herds

Yokes on the nex of some

I got a brain beating on the opposite side

in a soft skull cap that swells and contracts with the tides

Chant Candy

Chant candy chant candy candy candy

beef and elephant tusks delicious fruits on a stick

beefs over open flames and simmering shrimps

Direct motion chant candy

sitting right there, thinking in Spanish

happy to be nappy America, chant candy

yellow patriots and the boys from Boston;

well children, this be Cambridge;

Whatever street sign or single tree you got-

Chant candy tear down some bark and-

Bark for papyrus, no substitute for candy

Eat and suck Chew and swallow

Chant candy candy candy

Dancing beefs and salsa shrimps

join the candy conga-line

Sweet sugars, for your mouth

The Steel Tracks

A song to sing on the silver bullet express

Werewolf head exploding watermelon

Change the lines for all other service

Don't talk to me bc I am a train

Oh God, the jaws that open to swallow street water

Rain seeps down to the small holes

Boxcar memory rushes by the ears

of Reality falling away

Night-time satellite photos show millions of points of light on the North American continent

That is all there is