Ghosts of thee Subterranean Transit System and Other Basic Anomalies
contention competition for the folliest folly possible
holy'oly comm union eatin' body'o Christ wit relish as thee hunger pandemic r'ages in such hoaxless Au'thor'ity, like like like the Transit Authority of a train i'll never again ride wit me faithful travel companion. Lawd, I don't think i'd ever be able to ride that train without her. Nor without her in any way. EXcuse me, but I love the scents sounds sights of the underground. the subway, 3rd rail sizzle, ...
Bloated, sea-green eyes Freckled with brownish bits. Still pretty… But. There is more. Cutting through her face Are deep-set crevices Bittered by the rigour Of many lackluster years. She’s attentive to the person looking back Who’s undergoing a reckoning Filing through A flurry of anguish At the lies she must believe In order to rise from bed Each day.