Humanity of the 6 Train
Hot breath coal sparks as
blood drips crimson red out
of your chipped tooth and
broke jaw and just who the fuck do
you think you are talking to?
everyone pulling out camera
phones and laughing dust which
just makes the movement faster
while your breathing through your
jagged nostrils inhaling the witches
brew the swirling hate that glazes the
walls and hangs from the rafters
waiting to get uptown
toe-tapping some primal rhythm
which is ingrained in all of us
and will never, ever, leave
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