You have an ad blocker! We understand, but...
PoetrySoup is a small privately owned website. Our means of support comes from advertising revenue. We want to keep PoetrySoup alive, make it better, and keep it free. Please support us by disabling your ad blocker
on PoetrySoup. See how to enable ads
while keeping your ad blocker active. Also, did you know you can become a PoetrySoup Lifetime Premium Member
and block ads forever...while getting many more great
features. Take a look!
Rondeau at the Train Stop
It bothers me: the genital smell of the bay
drifting toward me on the T stop, the train
circling the city like a dingy, year-round
The Puritans were right! Sin
is everywhere in Massachusetts, hell-bound
in the population.
it bothers me
because it's summer now and sticky - no rain
to cool things down; heat like a wound
that will not close.
Too hot, these shameful
percolations of the body that bloom
between strangers on a train.
It bothers me
now that I'm alone and singles foam
around the city, bothered by the lather, the rings
Know this bay's a watery animal, hind-end
perpetually raised: a wanting posture, pain
so apparent, wanting so much that it bothers me.
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
Top Erin Belieu Poems
Analysis and Comments on Rondeau at the Train Stop
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Rondeau at the Train Stop here.