From Newyork Times
The No.5 train
roaring down rat alleys
slamming out the tunnel
going whop-pop onto the high tracks
Me riding the sky
in the heart of the inner city
Over the whole burnt
and rusted country
Unseen
Unknown
Making the art of the backstreets talk
The trains go rattling over
garbagy Streets
Past the dead-eye windows of
empty tenements
That have people living there
Even if you don’t see them
Now, see
Our tags
Our cartoon figures
Bright and Rhyming poems
Our art that can’t stand still
Climbing across your eyeballs
Night and Day
Flashing those colors in your face
The flickery jumping art
of slums and dumpsters
As if
they were your movie
Motherfucker
A Found Poem, discovered in pages 440-441 of the Scribner edition of Don Delillo’s Underworld
GoodnightNina. 