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Thursday, October 11, 2012

Subway Poem # 18

Judgement Day

the empress boards the car
walking stick her sovereign staff
hair a mass of moused grey coils reaching out
she takes her orange throne
surveying all who surround her

slyly she catches an eye here and there
a medusa gazing over morning commuters
 sucking on a mint
and with a grimace
then a dismissive sneer

one at a time
then off with their stone heads 
before the next stop 

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