nails on the train_____

R train from Central Park Zoo 59th St. Aug. 6th, 2013
She was shaking a tiny bottle. I asked her what she was doing. Preparing to put on fake nails. They were French manicure style. She glued one on. I said I’d take dictation. It started that way, then she completed the poem herself. Meanwhile some boys started breakdancing in front of us. One of them hung from the ceiling like a bat.

Nails on the train
People may call me insane
I’m just trying to do something with my brain
Work is crazy lame
I’m bored outta my mind
Maybe the job interview tomorrow
will have treasures to find
This was an awesome
way to unwind

Read a poem by Chris U.

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