Monthly Archives: October 2014

Underground Heavy Breath

She couldn’t avoid the mess of the subway,
Its piss fragrance and dirty skin
Was unpredictable at best,
But twenty four hour none the less.
The stench got into her throat some days
Even when she thought to avoid it,
By walking the surface,
A grating nearby would exhale
The underground’s oil and heavy smoke
With every passing shriek of a full engine.

My Red Spanish Onion

You blush like a flower
I peel your paper layers
Their lines like scars
And await your flesh
Pretend you smell like blossoms
But really when you’re cut
You just make everyone wanna cry