Wednesday, March 10, 2010

levels

type this on the 5 express..
ipod blasting Metalica..
mac on lap..
subways in city used to be thrashed -
graffiti tagged hunks of junk - depression chambers on wheels.. -
not a place to be chittering on a laptop..
Now: clean, sky blue seats, well lit.. AC..
up and up, level to level, we're on the way..
next to next -
on to the next 'thing' -
higher to higher -
then higher, grander than that -
then top that..
be a part of the ASCENT..
consider the alternative y'know..
and where's it all going..
I'm going to East Harlem - ah, Grand Central - time trot across platform - switch to 6 train. . . . .
There, onward we glide.. new batch of faces.. some glum, some into reading (mind in another place).. - here, a guy in a suit - ah, a cut-throat look in eyes..
press fast forward button - zing it all 20 years hence - what look in eye then - might be whistling a different tune, or. . .
what look in your eyes now - what look in eyes when you leave the computer here - a bit changed since when you first sat down perhaps...
Are we comprised of cells.. - cells that vibrate - and some have more intense, sophisticated vibrations happening than others... did a science teacher from back iwhen teach that to my class? would like to get clarity on that.. yet who has the time... forwards I say - progressive - level to level - more interesting vibrations happening - new styles - new dynamics - better and better. . . .
rattling change jar of legless man sliding this way synchs with song jamming now on ipod.. - he just opened the door between cars - slid out of sight - in car behind us. . .
It's forwards! FORWARD!
Ah - 116th St. stop - time to go - - - tschuss!

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