Bastardization
we settle into our lonely together
dozens of adrift souls
drifting through the city on half-worn brake pads
ears turned away
from keening car neighbors
they catterwaul louder
than the notes playing hopscotch
in the near-empty space
between my drooping eyelids
and the fading dye in my hair
I inch them higher
drown out someone
hollering platitudes to the gods
unclear if the voice echoes in the train
or just in me
most days
the station smells of piss
and cigarette ash
but today it smells like mustard
I imagine
if I can just breathe deep enough
I can expel the taste to the mouths
of the hungry hordes
crowding equally downtrodden more fortunates
don’t buckle
it’ll only postpone our inevitable sinking
into quagmires of human filth
and self-destruction
along the crucifix of tracks
dissecting our neighborhoods
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