DANGER

3rd RAIL ALIVE.

At times it is impossible

To feel anything.

If I threw myself on the tracks

My skin would fry

My heart would stop

And maybe my thoughts

Would disappear

Like my still born thesis on Shakespeare

That died with my old ibook.

Or maybe instead

My consciousness

Would merge with the subway’s,

With its anxiety, desire and darkness.

A kind doctor would revive me,

I would walk away

With all that knowledge.

Instead I go to SoHo

And buy myself a raspberry cheesecake

From a girl all covered in pink

Because it’s either all

Or nothing.