rush hour

i swear

it is there

in her eyes

the pink moon trampolining

on the whole horizon

away from this full subway car

that holds silence never before heard

and little handheld suns

that do not burn immediately

in this dark tunnel of outside blues

but that take energy lifeforce souls

away in bits of radiation

though at least

you can read about the armageddon coming

after football and cooking shows

of microwaved foods

and how after there will be paradise

where it will be always sunny

and the waves will always be calm

and the sand always warm

and the woman always beautiful

especially if you click here for

lucky horny whatever-you-need however-you-need-it

who will maybe look like me

there still gazing at her eyes

stuck in the song of forever

that will end

abruptly

in a blink

or a lifetime

for this is the stop

the train then clunks to the void

though there is a greater absence

greater vacuums

now