A Ride I must get drunk before I ride the train Because there is too much electricity In the map of my face And on the train I see a girl that I am Attracted to and I stare at her and she Stares at me, but there is another girl Staring at me and I am not as attracted to Her, as I am to the first girl So I feel guilty and keep staring at The first girl who has her hair in pretty Blond cornrows. And everyone and I continue watching the First girl, and I don’t say anything to her Because I don’t want to make anybody jealous. Plus I have a heavy buzz which makes it difficult To speak But soon the girl gets off the train And my eyes follow her into the corners of this night And I get off soon afterwards no applause Or jeers, just falling into the coffee mug Of the evening And everywhere there is cars people and noise And some of the people are dressed in expensive Suits and dresses and laughing and together As I move like an Ice cube down a paper cup Of a street I move through voices and bodies and feel a redness Growing inside me. I brain walk to blue and whiteness And those phantom people I am looking for are not to be seen.