The Underground Man

By Jasen Sousa and Mustafa

The Underground Man is the latest collection of poems by the mysterious man known as Jasen Sousa. The Underground Man chronicles Jasen's journeys and observations while riding the "T" in Boston, visiting peers in Billerica House of Corrections, and dissects the solitude which sticks to Jasen's ribs. Jasen questions and contrasts the search for happiness in the city and in the nature as he searches for his place in society. Jasen also takes on the persona of captivating and bold characters who have come into his life. Jasen often operates in the shadows, here is your chance to pull his deepest thoughts into the light while examining your own reality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBookIt.com
• Release date: Jul 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781456628796

Book preview

lives.

Hopper

It’s alone

a gentle baby blue bicycle

chained to a No Parking Street Cleaning sign

with a missing front wheel

and a seat that has been worn down

so much that the fibers are sticking up

like hair on cold skin.

It’s alone

a book left halfway open text down

somewhere on a Boston bench

surrounded by peeling Green Monstah

paint staring down between

shifting planks at finger nails, nip bottles,

and grasshoppers.

It’s alone

in a room no one will ever enter

a cigar box filled with passionate

letters sealed in stamped envelopes

never to be read by the one

they were intended for.

It’s alone

in a subway tunnel on

an early Saturday morning. A translucent image

appears in a tinted window of a broken

down train while others

continue on to their destinations.

Disconnect

Consecutive days, a constant spitting

in the sky that doesn’t allow me to open my eyes

completely. I have viewed the splendidness and sliminess

of the city through puddles littered

with natural and human litter.

Routine continues, have to be

at places that cause knots in my stomach like

old sneaker laces. Stuck, like spots on the sidewalk. Stuck

to the bills and the poor souls who mail them out. I write

letters to my neighborhood friend

in the Billerica House of Corrections and wonder

as I lick the envelope

who is more free?

Wasted potential, and the police officer

who told me A Bronx Tale

is his favorite movie of all time. When does,

what we want to be when we grow up,

change to, what we must do to be an adult. There was nothing better

than playground days and no scheduled time to be