Palindrome of the day*

I, madam, I made radio! So I dared! Am I mad? Am I?

*didn't you know we had one?

Found poetry on the subject of commuting

The text of this poem comes from an email from my roommate, which is especially timely because I just hate people on the subway sometimes, don't you like totally sometimes too?

People seem to think
that if they push
their way onto the train
before you get off,
that's the right thing to do.
People also seem to think
that if they push off
the train before you,
their lives will be
immeasurably improved
because there is now one person
behind them
getting off the train.
This is why
I think
we need to impose
a radical population reduction program.
Shoot
people who are rude
during subway commutes.

Brain teaser.

You are driving a bus.

Three people alight.

The swirling fans of autumn surround them

As they move out among the pear-cheeked babes

And dogs with rabes

(six more step off)

And sticky stacks of newspap’ packs

And strolling cars

And men from Mars

And girls with weights on roller skates.

The light is red.

Four more aboard.

Their leaden bags are gnawing thoughts

As they move down past taken seats

A man that reeks,

(and nine step on)

A mother’s legs and ciggy dregs

An apple core

Upon the floor

Here ends the wait, they hesitate

For some unseemly puddle on the seat.

A dozen on,

A dozen off,

This man will drink,

That man will cough.

At midnight comes a quiet bliss,

And youngster now I ask you this:

What color are the bus driver’s eyes?