February 03, 2005

Apple commuter

As I was hustling to the train this morning, a fellow pushing one of those wheely carts warned me, "Careful," indicating a patch of ice on the ground. I had already noticed the patch of ice and was slowing down, but thanked him for the alert anyway. And yet -- even being doubly aware of the ice patch -- I totally wiped out. Took one step onto the ice (which was, to give myself some tiny modicum of justification, on a slope) and my left foot just zoooomed rightward, and, in a word, wham. Fortunately I landed on the pocket that I do not keep my cell phone in. The guy asked if I was all right, and I was, apart from the fact that I bruised the fuck out of my left hip and scraped my left hand slightly. I commented, "Damn, I thought I was being careful!" I believe I shall take the other path to that subway entrance tomorrow.

Anyway, while I was on the subway, I noticed a bit of found poetry scrawled on one of those subway advisory posters -- you know, the ones that say things like "This weekend, the F train will only stop at every fifth station; for service to intermediate stations, please jump off the train as it slows down on its way past the platform" -- and transcribed it for you:

I want to fuck
My sweet Spanish girls
In the ass
It feels good
KY gell
Will help that
Asshole if
It's too tight

I guess he was upset about not making it past the Poetry in Motion screening process and took things into his own hands.

Posted by Francis at 10:51 AM | TrackBack

So, um ... "Apple Computer"?

Posted by: neilfred at February 3, 2005 02:16 PM

No, no, "Apple commuter", as in one who commutes...in the Big Apple. (For those of you who may not be familiar with this nickname, Manhattan is known for the quality of its apples, which grow to enormous size in our radiation-rich sewer system.)

Posted by: Francis at February 3, 2005 02:42 PM
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