AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

i sit alone at the tracks
bells dinging in my ears
the crossing gates down
red lights flashing
the ground shuddering
under the wheels of the train
im watching the art roll by
like a traveling christo canvas
and im thinking of gauguin
toulouse-lautrec degas
van gogh suddenly
theyre all here with me
behind me in the back seat
slapping me on the shoulder
pointing at the boxcars
clapping their painted hands
excited little boys again
backseat art fanatics critics
insistently cussing all at once
son-of-a-bitch they say
gasping with delight or envy
im not sure which but
im guessing theyre jealous

(Previously published in Blinkzine Arts Magazine, Voices Israel Anthology and The Poetry Victims)

http://www.blinkzine.com/pdfs/blinkzine%20issue%203.pdf

http://thepoetryvictimsvol4.blogspot.com/