White Trash
More strange than bus on the avenue
I go on foot along the pavement of Le Jeune,
lazing around from all and from no
work. I have books and a wound.
More right than metro in the exit
I snake the cars, like tuna
in deep oceans. Some
man dirty greets. Welcome!
More squirrel than train on the platform
I get up on staircase horizontal
and fall on backside. Fuck you, train.
Romerillo rotten in quagmire,
little ant asleep in its plantain,
whatever thing me serves and me gives same.