The New York City Subway

She’s a metal orgasm;

The original Lady Liberty.

Transporting the blood

Of Americans’ uterus;

She’s the under-belly

Of New York City,

She houses the surges

Of electrical star spangled

brains; kissing basement air

like Europeans who just figured

Out it’s okay to put ice in their coke.

She dresses in striped emergency;

A tin pill styled in symptoms of shock.

She’s a drill biting you in the larynx;

Stopping and going

Like a vampire without teeth,

who won’t let you sleep.