Transit Rants (Vancouver; December 5 2012)
Bus rode with and through muffled umbrella beat
hidden from view
half movements misunderstood but given up all the same.
It’s something you want to give over
to breach gaps and cure wonders
like if we could get into the same rhythm for a few
everything might be okay.
And please, keep drumming
keep drawing us back to your primordial heartbeat
that we’ve been killing to keep out of sync.
And I’ll keep watching
take beat and crook
put beat to sheet
trying to keep it still
trying to transcribe sound and meaning—
ever elusive to this naïve and illusioned finger.
I’ll keep chasing.
Remember to turn for a
without missing a beat
(to miss it would be death,
a great and divisive death)
and it’ll be me that you see:
hooded haunted and hammered
ducking behind corners
looking neat and tidy and
leaving wakes of chaos
and lost lovers
multitudes of failures.
You might want to kill me
aim umbrella gun and consider
all the while never missing the beat
you are keeping the world alive,
It doesn’t take much.