nyc commute

Three thousand dummies
Flesh bound like plastic
Plastered eyes and hair
Exchanging place with
Housebound tubes of hair and gristle
Watching you watching
Waiting for epidemics or bombings,
Workless and wanting pay
Hands outstretched and rubbing
Each to dirty hands
And foot to mouth
A putrid fount
Of metaphoric greed
And old disease
I flout my anger
"Let me bleed"
Or drink away the hours
Head to floor on forehead balanced
Crawling, all the strength
To beg; implore you sir:
My fleshy body
Bends to all desire

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