New Ideas

I have decided to dedicate this blog to poetry and other writings instead of art. I've all but given up art for music and work, but I'll get back to it soon.
Writing is something I do often, and more often with the intensely long subway rides. So, here is one, and more to come.

On the M train

Last night, around midnight,
I stepped on the M train
And found I had a car to myself.

The whole car, just me.

A woman stepped on briefly,
But probably took
My sounds of amusement
As crazy ramblings
And left to a more peopled car.

So I sat for one whole stop
In the silence, the hollow
Echo of a ghost town.
I could hear the groaning
Of the weathered metal
On metal
On tracks
And the wind around the car,
Pushing as went.
The silence was so obvious
And so strange
That I had to laugh
To myself
In amazement.
That bubble of undisturbed

Calm

That came not only from the quiet car,
but the quiet Monday night
At Myrtle Ave. and Broadway.

The noise I can handle,
I can block it out after a while.
Stillness, no; I'm no longer able
To adapt to that quality,
The quality of absence.

A woman and her baby carriage got
on the train car
At the next stop.
Just one.
I, just for fun, though that I
Wanted to offer her my seat.



Francesca Erni

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