Bypass
Posted by in PoetrySecond Chakra jolt through a concrete chest
hopscotch from fifty ninth on route to West
Fourth. Maggot, worm in a sickly dog’s heart
veins, D train, coursing down sternum tracks
between those cock-eyed nipples; Columbus
Circle, Rockefeller Center. Warning!
A level orange alert – Quack MD’s
with hands a quivering, desire to
slice some tendril thin fissures with homemade
plastic explosive scalpels at thirty
fourth street. Evacuation is panic —
Narrow escalators lead to exits.
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