Subway

Photo by KE ATLAS on Unsplash

The forges have
cooled to a polar glow;

smartwands pouring
transcendence
up IV cords, keeping
their promise of
somewhere else as
secrets jerk on yellow faces.

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Ragged clowns twist in
through parting jaws,
spitting manifestos
at heads of hair pulled
resentfully tight; parabens
glister in baths
of shunting light.

Breakdancing Jesus
bites his SnapBack
in golden grip, careening
into grace and his face
on YouTube as
fingers dance on lucent rinks,
skating for somewhere else.

The beast roars
through the earth,
eyes sizzle in their
berths beneath
rainbow spaghetti
and a buzzard folding a
broadsheet into a
fierce
unyielding
square,

dumped in disgust for
Kafka as umbrellas drip
morsels of softer time.