On Seven train platform

On Seven train platform is quiet.
On Seven train platform everything remains without change.
On Seven train platform a homeless man in red jacket
is sleeping on a bench in twisted pose.

On Seven train platform is empty.
On Seven train platform time stopped.
On Seven train platform a robot woman is announcing weather.

On Seven train platform you don’t feel any pain.
On Seven train platform you can’t see the sky.
On Seven train platform is only allowed to wait,
but with your mouth shut.

To Seven train platform a train never comes.

a morning to work, a morning to rest

I.
– You almost pushed me off, sir! – You
shouldn’t jump while I’m already in motion,
ma’am!
Gust of the brisk air, – a slap on your face,
step out of the bus! Hurry up!
– I’m squeezing out!
A choir of pneumatic hammers, everybody
unionized! Ninth Ave, major construction
in progress. Cranes, a phallic symbol of
a working class.

A misery caged in the glass and iron. Bidirectional
truth of the smart elevators. They’ll show you
the weather and take you windows shopping.
They’ll have you being watched, there
is no real love in the elevator! Stop dreaming,
keep making love to your cup of coffee.
– I’ve noticed, she’s stealing your
looks. – Take stairs next time. Claustrophobic
kingdom of cubicles of open space. A medieval
romanticism of your office fire-drills.

A drunk homeless satyr is sleeping in his
cardboard sanctuary. Engulfing aroma of the urine,
puke and human indifference, – welcomes you to
the magical kingdom of underground. – El mariachi,
El nino, El malei rachamim¹, ELO
– Hey, watch where you’re going! NYPD,
National Guards, K9, Number 9, feeling
protected. Departures, arrivals, a purgatory.
– I can’t talk right now, here, take
a dollar. Indulge yourself in the world
to come. – Should I take an umbrella with me?

II.
Empty Bus, – rustling wheels, Williamsburg
bridge. Sunny morning, Saturday or Sabbath. – Now we’ll
wait,till bus will pass, then we’ll cross. – Okay, I will
wait, but I’m cold. A frock, shiny shoes. A walk.
Smell of barbecue by Michelle, a grog or compote. – Can
you lower your music, an idiot!? A skeleton of the fire
escape on the sidewall.
Sunny, spot occupied by a cat, frozen time, random
squint. Basketball.

He wants to get up, but doesn’t want to lose the feel
of her skin. Spinning fan, breaking sun, through the
blinds and smoke. A stolen cigarette.
He doesn’t remember last night, yesterday he was
a neanderthal, today Lt. Colonel.
– I’ll quit, I promise last drink. – Wait, till
you see me playing my guitar on the street. – Kiss me
here, kiss me there, kiss me goodbye on the cheek.
I’ll take a City Bus to the pier.

A pinup mermaid, Second Avenue, Halal street cart,
rice with meat and Guinness, – a pint. – Did you hear
about the fire? Dormant Wall street. Doves on edge
of the roofs, newspapers, birds shit. American flag,
– I’m still allowed to dream. Weather-beaten fingers
breaking matchsticks in the right pocket.
Blue jeans.


  1. a funeral prayer used by the Ashkenazi Jewish community

no feelings

an introverted morning
a lukewarm coffee
I’m on the bus
you’re waiting

an airport
just quickly passing
meet me at the terminal
we’ll watch departing airplanes together
our minds
are also departing
in opposite directions
no hard feelings
no hard feelings

a therapy for losers
a monotonic skyline
of the City

a maculated night
a barren morning
I’m aimlessly fumbling in my pockets
you’re looking at the oversized baby
on the poster

no hard feelings
no hard feelings

no feelings

domestic misdemeanors

Egg trays
toothbrushes
latex gloves
musical condoms and postcards
soiled diapers
Planck’s constant.

She likes her neighbor next door, –
his canary likes her pussycat.

Kitchen cabinets
fire escape ladders
toilet orchestras
and bathtub operas.

“Our elevator doesn’t make any stops at the Purgatory”

new revolutions, –
same old regimes.

Same good old dead comrades, –
they fought for peace
and it peacefully disposed’em.

“All they needed was love”.

Cockroaches
squirrels
mouse droppings
a cotton candy
a strawberry dish soap.

I love you, – you love me,
I need a new rubber duck,
because the old one has moldy odor,
and hers needs a battery replaced.

Sticky-notes secrets
domestic misdemeanors.