too afraid to scream
back door please, back door
i keep on riding
during the delay
some people read and others
watch some people read
the metallic worm
funnels through our cement tomb
right steps going down
you are beautiful
the way you lean on the glass
with neck like dove’s crane
automatic mode
is a mode in which things run
according to fate
i get off the train
still thinking about your face
we would get along
— j. jameschen
test msg
“Warning, your picture
And voice may be recorded
On this vehicle.”
Late on Friday night
Slouched in the back of the Owl
Party is over.
Why ride the Muni?
The soul of the city flows
Through those lines above.
“On crowded buses,
Please protect purses and wallets.”
Alas, I am alone.
Another quarter!
If it goes any higher
I’m buying a car.
I get on the bus
and fumble for that quarter.
Damn you Willie Brown
I got a red bike,
no more waiting for the bus.
I’ve been immunized.
—cedichou
Good news! You can still
fail etiquette class and be
a Muni driver.
—cedichou
the fog was too thick
I didn’t see you coming
which is my ipod?
—Rick Dias
To Metro surf:
Remove hands from poles and loops,
Hang ten over stairs,
—Javier Ruiz
Spread your lovely legs,
As far apart as you dare,
Elicit weird stares.
—Javier Ruiz
“I wonder, Metro,
Ever crushed a tagger flat?
Would you report it?”
—Javier Ruiz
now the fog blanket
now the red winter night beckons
watch! they scurry past-
—en attendant damo
More men on Muni
Pretty girls always get rides
With their rich boyfriends
—Javier Ruiz
Thirty Minute Wait
twiddling my thumbs for nothing
driver goes to store
seven-leg journey
dinner, bar, bonfire, breakfast
Late Night transfer rules
voice over speaker:
“Thank you for riding MUNI.”
You’re welcome, I guess
male voice exhorts us
“Please exit through the rear doors.”
five kids block exit
muni school of stops:
door aligns with garbage cans,
utility poles
luck in groggy morn,
an empty seat is spotted!
sloshing liquid spoils.
