it lacks the beauty or energy
of the ads on the subway

6:53 am

a kid in striped adidas sweatpants
sulking
a woman reading

all climbing steps to just another train
exit after exit

the signs say take a journey
but every twist and turn is memorized

white
mellow clouds
& the lonely mists
of what once was

to yellow
bumblebee leaves
& butterscotch smiles
marigold flowers to lie on

the green
moss blanketed trees
& the strangulation
of snaking vines up brick walls

with blue
cornflower skies
& a buttermilk picnic
to bid summer adieu

finally black
the fluttering crest of the raven
& diminishing of long days
into what once was

walking cautiously next to the path
grass tickles the underside of my feet
i flinch
unable to stop the never ending
stream of time
i am frightened by
the possibilities that are
never ending
i notice that the sun is but
a dream
in this dark world

alone in the crowd
she sits sipping her water
it is stale
and the bread she nibbles on is too
she coughs
her chest heaving
the red tomato stays
lodged inside her throat
what a mediocre ending
for such a mediocre woman

roller coaster butterflies
a dash of objectively bad music
a hit or two
followed by highs & lows
sneaking out in the stale air
fire escape madness
mom jeans & smiles
both tinged pink with ice cream
with laughs floating in the summer breeze

that. that is what i live for.