Subway Solipsism

Today

On the platform

You spotted:

Tiles.

Mice.

A Dude with dreads.

A stranger's ass.

In-The-Corner Prophet was saying,

There's a lota dead people walkin' around here look like me

Meanwhile,
Something impossible twitches in the corner,

But, nobody'd believe it.

Piss-In-The-Corner Tom zips
And the train arrives.

You board.

[  The tube you slither was meant to relieve pressure from Sidewalk's chest
Back when Sidewalk banged on the ceiling with a broom to quiet the street; Back

When the dusty rusted riveted beams 

Were un-dusty and
Un-rusted.  ]

Meanwhile,

The Prophet is
Weaving her dusty beams from twitching dark. She's

Unshaven,

Clear-minded,

Unsung.

The Barely-There Woman in the corner is posh in her winter furs;

She wears red, black and silver, and

Gives no shits
About

Rusted beams or twitching dark or The Prophet

Across the compartment
Who

Has just as little concern

For the sex of

A fur-lined

Tomorrow.

-JV