Riding The Subway

Riding the subway gives me all these weird sensations.

I mean, you'll probably be familiar with the first one:

that sort of uneasy, tense, nervous feeling.

This sensation hits me the most when I realize I'm

commingling with the tattered;

the lower class.

Every miscreant

and ragamuffin

the cold streets

have, they're sitting around me;

they're in my

presence

at this very moment.

Uhh, I hate this sensation.

But when this 1^st sensation set's in I have

to act fast because

even showing a little sign of fear

on a subway is enough to incite violence,

and hysteria on a subway

is a fast-burning fire.

A fast-burning fire of fear

is what it's called,

sometimes.

But what ever you call it,

it's always around this

part of my subway voyage

that I experience

the second one,

the second subway sensation:

the artificial high of

smoking crack cocaine

out of a spoon

After that sensation the rest of the train ride
is actually pretty good.