Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)

Monday, December 17, 2012

Take The A Train

she waited for the A train
but only knew a little French,
not well enough to know what was going on
around her,
as any avant-garde magazine would say
when it wasn't lying.
and it was almost rush hour, so a small crowd
had already gathered, flipping pages, their tormented eyes looking
up to heaven for answers.
the schedule said the train would be going backwards
and forwards, inside and outside, and some of the cars would be windowless,
some without doors, and that i could bum a ride.
but i didn't want to abandon the Natural world entirely, so resisted
the idea of angels and platform conductors acting polite.
my main worry was just being late for the trip, because
if a new day really was approaching, someone would need to grow
sizable balls, the sort that can give men courage to ride the A train
in any weather, even when the conductor no longer has control.


she = your community/A train = US
rush hour = tipping point
take the AR 15 assault rifle off the open market
ban the sale of the extra large magazines for the ammunition
male political class:  grow balls
women of America:  grow balls
American public:  learn the language of DEMAND action
Cultural imperative:  KNOW what is going on
Otherwise:  the schedule said the train would be taking you for a ride

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