At the Metro
At the Metro
Shifting the needle
To an intangible void
Emerging from the depths
Caterpillars running on rails and tracks
As too , mouse and rat
Critters, mere apparitions , ruin beds and consume our heads
Stuffy, musty fumes up the nose
Urine and whatever else, upsets nonetheless
Beggars’ hands chopped off
Thieves armed with words and stuff
Passengers board
As every station comes to a halt
Legs crossed or spread
Bags held, secured or in contest
A Pardon ,shove or shrug
Figures , nameless , pinned or badged
Blocking the gates or standing in the paths
seats left toasted and smeared with sweat
Mid December
Past midnight
Just clocked out
Strange eyes ,
Wander about
Suspicion raises my alarm
His curiosity is pronounced
Two bulging eyes and a joker smile
Slim , staggering black male
Bulky and oversized khaki jacket
Pockets upon pockets
I push them down
Redirecting my attention to something else
Scans my frame , shadow and psyche
Me Glued, frozen to the pole
Raises up off his seat
Gallops up the steep
Waiting for me
Just one block away
Somebody’s making me uncomfortable
Fellow worker walks me to my door
Sunken, crumbly tissue , soaked
Bloody red ,
Mirroring eyes and nasal droplets
Aligned the smooth horizontal carpet
Thread of my crisp white handkerchief
eased , dissolved his fatigue and unrest
Thank you
He said
As he left
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
08/05/2024
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2024
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