Stepping out of a Subway Station
The heat collapses on you,
dark blanket of noise and dust
and neon-lights, rolls up
against your flesh; a hooker fishing
for change to buy condoms; men
pressing into your space, faces dirty
with lust; the weight of nightsins
sink onto your shoulders
as you ignore the thing in rags,
without legs,
begging
for you to see it.















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I also love the "nightsins." This is a strong night cityscape in words--appropriately clausterphoic and with a somber ending.
Picky-dumb question about these lines:
"The heat collapses on you,/dark blanket of noise and dust/and neon-lights, rolls up".
I wonder about "rolls" versus "roll." What is the subject there? If the subject is just the heat (composed of the blanket of noise, dust, and lights), than "rolls" is correct. If it's all those things seperately, than it should be "roll up." Or, if it's the blanket that is rolling, why is there a comma there between "neon-lights" and the verb? This could be extremely obvious and I could just be being dumb.
Anyways, that's incredibly minor. I enjoyed this poem very much.
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