Alina Pleskova - Q Train Poem lyrics
My favorite New York pastime is sobbing You do it on the way like everything else Like everything else, nobody double-takes Small relief to be translucent w/o repercussion Slacken responsibility for The State of Things Headphones so I can't say what it sounds like Styrofoam container between knees 29 soon & as this year, the year before, going back to when I thought it would kick in, but no– I'll not have learned how to still myself Almost never take home strangers now In place of their predictable & idyllic demands, I wonder how many more Real Loves I'll cycle thru Or as Tom Waits put it, who you wanna go in the woods with Even when I get off, the shudder feels hostile Can't make the erotic subtle or write one graceful poem Inner monologue dubbed by fortune cookies It may be time to explore new ways of regaining balance Aberrant December lets us feel okay longer, but not without guilt Today felt too fragile for strategizing &/or engagement &/or collaboration &/or proving my value to “our” stakeholders So called out, wore leggings that made my a** look, excuse me, pretty f**ing great & paid off some but not all my bills & basked in the unnatural warmth of our dying planet It felt, excuse me, pretty f**ing great But I've just circled back to mama's years-old advice– You can't sit on two chairs comfortably at once So let's cry about it even though this is no time for consolidating the tattered concept of monogamy Glittery teardrop settled atop my blinchiki Lonesome traveler rattling w/ the Q As it shoots toward skyline, river-glint, The deepspace of what else