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.
