I sneezed ten times
in Penn Station tonight,
and, oh lord, it felt
so good that even
the hobos and the cops
congratulated me.
The underground trains
are running worse tonight,
god bless me and my summer,
and in seconds no body,
including myself, cared.
Am I the last of my kind?
A poet who actually went to college,
who is now trying to catch an Amtrak
with no plans but to go go go
to and fro, without much to bare.
I sneezed ten times
in Penn Station tonight,
and, oh lord, it felt
so good that even
the Suzanne and Instagram
congratulated me.