Power Of The Ridden Word (Bargain Basement Haiku) Postcard Poetry 2015

He rides the El like some vengeful Hemingway,

graffitti’s tags of novels

on the backs of plastic seats.

I was fired yesterday,

erratic punctuality,

victim of a guerilla writer

unaware of the scavenger hunt.

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