Subway somehow
wrong way right now
lost myself in the crowd.

Do what they do
chaotic queue
push your weight to get ahead.

Look the other way,
but don’t turn the other cheek;
so what if you’re not strong,
just don’t let them see you’re weak.

When I can’t speak
and I freak out
I swim against the rush hour crowd…

How many lies can I take?
How many sighs should I fake?

There’s nothing in their faces,
like grey was pasted on to keep me out.

A posted bill
you hurry by
as seconds spill
don’t stop to read (what well could be)
the secrets of the universe.

Provocative sour
in anger blurts
the tempers flare, the fight begins
the hate is spat
and all is lost…

gone…
in seconds.

A twilight thought
from somewhere else
like déjà vu
but vanishes (was never there)
then back again…
in seconds.

I see the train howl down the track
have seconds to contemplate the jump.

It wouldn’t hurt at all…

and I wouldn’t feel the pain…

only for a second.