Since I now have a 60-90 min commute (each way) I am trying to write then. Haikus are convenient because I can write them while standing. The titles of the first 4 correspond to the line and station where they were finished.
N 36th street
If you touch my ass
One more time I swear to God
I'll lose my balance.
Atlantic/Pacific Street
Do not send your kids
To ask me for my number.
MUY unattractive.
2 Chambers Street
Beautiful gold cross
On beautiful black cleavage
Peripheral lust.
2 Penn Station
"Tell me something, babe-"
"Do I look like I fucking
want to talk to you?"
For Mr. Wall St., #1
If I wanted to
I could read complex math books
And never look up.
For Mr. Wall St., #2
Haven't seen you since
I bought this pink push-up bra
You selfish bastard.
For Mr. Wall St., #3
You're almost too hot
(Why? The eyes/hair/height/yes/lips)
Almost. But not quite.
For Mr. Wall St., #4
Soft swept hair, bored eyes
Maybe, hopefully, someday
I'll stop wondering.
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