Last Days Along the Brooklyn El by Gary Sokolow
As the life is
bled from me
the girl in
the red apron
makes change
The old man
tightens his grip
around blue paper
window shades
the soldiers die
in these same
cities, as the old
ladies pee, I am
sure I know
death and don't
want to die in
its grip, falling
between holes,
dizzy from too
high a platform,
the black pavement
below, the roar of
the train entering
the station and
at rest and
in silence
in aisle four
steel hammers
$9.95
Gary Sokolow has an aging MFA (Brooklyn College), edited the literary journal while in the program, work nowhere near the arts these days, and was last published about a year back in Chantarelle's Notebook.
bled from me
the girl in
the red apron
makes change
The old man
tightens his grip
around blue paper
window shades
the soldiers die
in these same
cities, as the old
ladies pee, I am
sure I know
death and don't
want to die in
its grip, falling
between holes,
dizzy from too
high a platform,
the black pavement
below, the roar of
the train entering
the station and
at rest and
in silence
in aisle four
steel hammers
$9.95
Gary Sokolow has an aging MFA (Brooklyn College), edited the literary journal while in the program, work nowhere near the arts these days, and was last published about a year back in Chantarelle's Notebook.
