Subway Smell

Ginger&Jon

subway smell
swims up nose
musty wheels
cling and spin

out my window
signs fly past
whoosh ‘n swish
whoosh ‘n swish

bodies push
heat swells
I collapse
pink dress spills

feet tramp through
on sunburnt hands
fowl my fingers
hair and dress

just a lump
a sunburnt pink-
dressed tramp
whoosh ‘n swish, whoosh ‘n swish, whoosh ‘n swish…

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Catherine Johnson
    Aug 23, 2016 @ 07:35:24

    Great poem,Jeanne.Ouch to the fingers.

    Reply

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