riding a bus positively.

the seats on the train are designed
to pack the most of us in,
so now we’re all standing
packed like sardines
on the train on our way
to work or
to the doctor
always away from all of our dreams,
hoping that just maybe
today will be the day, but
tomorrow will be even better.

just have to keep positive.
this is the life you’ve chosen.
let faith fuel your optimism.
learn to trust your government
       and elected officials.
trust that someone will resolve
       the leads that bleed on the news nightly.

it’s not your fault. you’re not to blame,
and maybe when you get home
you’ll be able to rest.
you’ll be able to get some fucking sleep.

12.28.11.