New York Subway
Stephanie Nolasco
Thunderous, rolling, rumbling, contraption
Bouncing, thundering mechanical phallus
Bursting within hollow caves
In rat infestations
Squealing the eerie sound of tearing flesh.
Sorrowful memories
Of past journeys
Continue to comply.
Flowing away
At each concrete ssstttoooppp.
Pause.
Rock my carcass, conductor
Rock your crying babe
Drooping away in slow slumber
In mid-afternoon catastrophe
Of unwashed Vietnam soldiers begging for
Stolen fruit.
Flowing thoughts will slide and fade
Slide and fade
Around, under,
Frozen.
