poetry in commotion

the momentum of mass transit
carries you to the wrong platform
to make an impossible connection
in the busy abandoned station
everybody someplace else
in packed forsaken corridors
or on crowded vacant stairs

avoid eye contact it's irritating
even the blind vagrant feels your gaze
and rattles his anthora cup in reply
slip in the swipe card with one last ride


31.7 EDIT: anthora replaces greek-keyed thx Sharon!