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All the Pretty Shit

Continental Divide

Amsterdam

Pearl in an Oyster

LES Morning Twilight

Mata Hari

Fuck You and Your Pale Shades of Blue

The Rat

Naked

Gwen

Sitting at the
Bar at KGB #13

Sitting at the
Bar at KGB #32

Continental Divide

And I can hear the rain
Hitting the roof
Of the J Train
As it's stalled
Crossing
The Williamsburg Bridge

The conductor makes an announcement
Due to an earlier incident
At Delancey Street
We're being held here momentarily
We should be moving shortly

A homeless man
Living in a plastic bag
Begins pacing in the car
I gots to get me home
He yells out
Got to feed my gold fish
The poor mutha-fukha's gonna go
Belly up and die

But I'm in no hurry
I'm feeling melancholy
Due to an earlier incident
In Park Slope
And I'm feeling melancholy momentarily
And I should be moving shortly

Then the train moves thirty feet
Then stops
But no one
But the homeless man
Seems to care

We sit here
And we stand here
Some nose to nose
Some back to back
But all of us
A million ideas away

I'm here alone
But I'm not alone
I'm feeling that kind of sadness
That's got a personality
Of it's own
And I take a hold of my melancholy
And I hold it tight
And I call it my own

The homeless man paces again
He smells like shit
And everyone gives him
His space

He's gonna die I tell you, gonna die!
Doesn't anyone care?
I gots to get home and feed my gold fish
The mutha-fukha's gone die

A couple
Maybe together
Or apart
More than likely
Together and apart 
Stare out over Attorney Street
Getting their direction
From their head phones 
Tuned into different frequencies
Tuned out of the same

We shift another thirty feet 
And the conductor makes another announcement
Due to an earlier incident
At Delancey Street
We're being held here momentarily
We should be moving shortly

Then the homeless man shouts out
FUCK IT!
Take me to the Path Mart
Gotta pick me up some Mayonnaise
Make me a goddamn goldfish salad sandwich
That mutha-fukha's dead by now

Then I listen
The rain has stopped
And the train accelerates
And glides down
Into Delancey Street Station

And maybe
But it's nothing I could prove
In a court of law
But maybe my sadness is gone 
And I feel anxious
And happy 
Just to fucking be alive