The putrid claws of mundanity
pull me to the escalator,
there I stand for twenty seconds
terrified of the bottom.
The train rolls and screeches,
a hundred frowns appear
to duel for a blue throne
and pretend they don’t exist
in the same space as their peers.
The metal tomb shakes,
two hundred legs quake,
two hundred eyes aim at no one
in order to maintain distance
from two inches away.
The train wails to a halt,
nobody moves to let me off,
nobody shifts their eyes from the floor,
nobody will have a good day.
The putrid claws of mundanity
pull me to the escalator,
there I stand for twenty seconds
terrified of the top.
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