12:12 pm - Four from Downtown.These four clumps of words--a recent poem, recent song lyrics, not-so-recent song lyrics, and some sloppy prose from way back--are all inspired by or associated with Boston's Downtown Crossing subway station. I used to busk down there. Here they are, from most to least recent:
One Girl Singing Why is the sound of one girl singing, Out-of-view, behind a pillar, Politely, perhaps happily, The saddest bird I've heard today? Half-kept off-key tune in unison With iPod, Discman, or Zune. Its trace pulls down my skin, My heart, and my pen. ( Tunnels, Underworld, Downtown Crossing ) __ |