Saturday, June 6, 2009

like letting go of the bicycle handles while careening down a hill

The subway shakes the ceiling above.

The urge to jump onto the tracks
and jump back out real fast,
the hunger for that adrenaline rush,
the zoomzoom of the oncoming train and your widewide eyes
and heart
beating to get you out
before being plastered to the front of the red line,
inbound to alewife.

1 comment:

  1. This is EXACTLY what I'm talking about, Carolyn! Although my obsession is Dead-Horse-Point-style... I'll have to write you a poem about it to show you how I truly feel.

    p.s. I like your placement of words, very aesthetic.