Poetry: Subway by Eric Keizer
Poetry: Subway by Eric Keizer
Subway
©June 2017 Eric Keizer
Electric worm,
Inwardly I smile, but only
Deep inside, otherwise,
They wonder if you’re crazy/dangerous.
Next stop, North Ave.
Gingerly I step inside,
Doors slam and suddenly,
Acrid, stale, “air conditioning”
Weakly cycles,
But damn,
It’s hot.
There’s sour sweat, sour beer, lingering vomit
Cologne and perfume
Disinfectant.
Next stop, Randolph St.
And sides of beef,
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