shirtless on the d train

boom! those dirty little cretins on the street are setting off fireworks a day early...dirty hands, and snotty noses...the evening streets reeking of ten year olds..."stay away from my pristine corpse" i yell out of the ever-bleeding windows of the heights...my voice echoes throughout the palisades, the rocky cliffs, and the left behind's...i took a long ride on the i.r.t. today...interesting how things change...the faces and downcast eyes of the fellow hopeless up here, to the beautiful and rich of the upper-west side...down to the nose in the air crowd (ironically still using the subway)...to the self-important second-handers of the village, and finally to the strange mal-formed humans of the outskirts...a ride it is indeed, as this lost soul tries to negotiate between wind-swept brooklyn shorelines, and mid-town mainstream junkies...i suppose it doesn't matter, when sailing out in the harbour...on your way to somewhere new with not a care in the world...and i suppose it doesn't matter when sweating it out in the upper nineties...but hey this is all we have...and even if it doesn't matter, there is something to be said for the eternal shit of suffering...