Tinny, tiny, tachycardiac cacophony
assaulting my coffee-addled, overcaffeinated brain
salt on the wounds of my overcrowded workday commute
Headphones, clanking gears, hushed voices - I’m all ears.
More ears than I can take, in this clicking ticking crate.
unstable collection of specimens, a mess of them
in a dirty silver bullet shot into the city’s gritty
arteries. Don’t look at me!
Tinny, tiny, tachycardiac cacophony
assaulting my coffee-addled, overcaffeinated brain
salt on the wounds of my overcrowded workday commute
Like rain on a tin man’s hollow head,
your iPod drums are driving me inSane!
Adding to the arrhythmic rhythms on this overstuffed…
burrito? ..train.
The rhythm of your drums
the rhythm of his drums
the jazzy tootling of that guy’s sax
the rhythm of the sex that I’m imagining
with that girl, over there, with the ribbon in her hair
Jingling, jangling,
bumping, thumping,
grinding gleaming screaming
make it stop! make it stop! make it -
It stops
at 23rd street.
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