By Lillibit Ray
Hopping on the escalator
taking no steps, a man
floats down, underground,
to catch a subway train traveling,
not always knowing
where the trains in life lead,
but this ride he will take to the end.
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Smells of mildew, urine, trash,
olfactory senses on alert,
he approaches a train heading
to nowhere he has previously gone,
desperate to find redemption but fooled again
by counterfeit angels and false gods.
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He walks past a barefoot busker with worn guitar
And crooked blue eyes
staring ahead in opposite directions,
blinded by life, but better able
to see through transparent human nature.
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The man passes a woman with crystal ball.
Filled with black smoke and purple dragons,
Sitting cross-legged, against the wall,
Propped up by barrier to world above,
Searching an orb for synthetic love.
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The man boards the train
and the subway cars
snake through dark tunnels,
serving as a current day time warp,
where one can climb aboard as a child
and exit as a walking corpse
searching for the station
where the dead now cavort.