2/3 train 96th street. Nov. 19th, 2013
No, at first. But a conversation ensued about film school, ideas. That led to a poem. Fun person. Good talker.
Hamlet’s Ghost
Hamlet moves brilliantly
through his own mind.
He is a train
a vehicle into
unknown tunnels –
flashing lights can’t
stray or distract
There is nothing pretty
inbetween the
living and dead.
nothing to judge
No more cloudy minds –
but enhance the
intensity – and mystery
of the end – of this
ride
Into deep contemplation
with Hamlet.