The man on the train is
overly friendly,
he sings too loudly & is apparently
allergic to soap.
My fourth train today
in just three hours.
My music protects me.
The pen resurrects me.
As good humor returns
everything (again)
seems possible.
Sickness will return and
these assholes will rip my muted sanity
asunder…
But this is bliss
in the absence of victory…
This bristle brush crisp
of ever present consciousness –
scrubbed raw in effervescent spray
of flaming frothing humanity.
Written by Jason Wright
July 2, 2018