Belligerent Poetry

tokyo nose

tokyo's
trains in the rain,
neon glistening & sparkling,
winking in and out
when the train begins to crawl
packed with people,
and that sense i value least
brings me to our common
history
all of us with our distinctive smells
my hands have touched a thousand places
today alone
where does this smell come from,
this one that means wil
out of ten million that mean someone else?
i do not remember,
it took so long to build.

-wil 11.1.02