wobble to the subway doors
automatic
before they'll close
you bridge the gap
stagger on
at your worn heels
buttoned up
leather belted
seriously bent
anger scowled
anger thrust through plexiglass
into heart of train
regardless
the metal wheel
the metal monster
pulls away
If I could make you out in the crowd passing
I would
at length of edge
off track
he quickly turns
veers from departed train
cuts toward me
throws his hand
into the past
what was
looking into the corner
under escalator
by the train mapped
the totem pillar
'that guy!'
'he pissed right there!'
I'm his only audience I am humanity I am made to see
shown the wet lines growing between the tile
'he squatted down and pissed! he pissed!'
passes me too close
inches from glowing globe
shiny sweated
nearly brushes my nose
'fuck is wrong with people?'
all the veins
clenched indignation
I respond with blank smile
paper weight
'fuck is wrong with people?'
one last bit of wisdom before he goes.
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