Monday, October 9, 2017

Confessions of Your Uber Driver

long nights
are restless nights

thru stoplights
    and heavy traffic

one damned city to the next
    hell is a castle

somewhere in
    west bloomfield.

I am leo bloom
driving instead
of walking

I am travis bickle
    observing steam
rise from gutters

I am Ulysses
    desiring safe passage to Ithaca
Having now become a name

I am not a martyr
    I am not a saint

I am a sinner outcast
    who sleeps in lions beds

except I haven’t anyone to cuddle.


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