So back in November I heard a reading of Nat Cassidy's beautiful and terrifying new play The Demon Hunter and drafted this poem. ...Then holidays happened and I completely forgot about it and discovered it in my journal earlier this week... as will happen. ***This poem was published in the May 2016 Waterways Poetry Journal!***
F Train Poem
Here in the killing hour
angels and demons
crowd the subway platform
with old rock and rollers
and drunk melancholies
who wait in agitation
for the grim F train
to roar up with its sticky floors
and windows grimed to black
to chug on down
to Purgatory’s
dread last stop
or open its cracked doors on
the blinding Rapture’s light
but here at 3AM
beneath the Lower East Side
the platform fills and fills.
F Train Poem
Here in the killing hour
angels and demons
crowd the subway platform
with old rock and rollers
and drunk melancholies
who wait in agitation
for the grim F train
to roar up with its sticky floors
and windows grimed to black
to chug on down
to Purgatory’s
dread last stop
or open its cracked doors on
the blinding Rapture’s light
but here at 3AM
beneath the Lower East Side
the platform fills and fills.
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