Porn In The Back Seat Of A Chrysler

Or Subways Are Rub Ways...

I think I'm finally ready for Monday's visit from The Discovery Channel and nominations for the 2008 Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere are ongoing but right now I think I'll point you to a couple of poets you might not know.

Simplify
by Tony Brown

On a Sunday night long ago
while I was supposed to be doing homework
I stuck the point
of a cheap school compass
into a page, labeled the hole
my art and then swung
the flaking chrome arm
with its crunch-clamped pencil around
and around, calling everything inside
the circle Tony.

Years have passed and I have kept that Sabbath
holy.

  Please continue reading.


subway.maps
by Deb Powers

there were nights i was lost
in my own head, unable to see my bedroom walls
behind the noise of my thoughts, nights i traded the
bon jovi posters for spray paint artworks and
the regimented dot-and-arrow markings that made sense
of the Boston underground.

i could almost find escape in the criss-crossed lines from
Andrews to Mattapan to Forest Hills to Wonderland
almost hear the ocean in the density of silence
left in the wake of midnight departures
almost find redemption in the somewhere just not here strains of music
that echoed down the tunnels in between the red line’s rumbling roar

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