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Sick, decaying love

any day, I have to stand up and grip that slippery pole, a heavy bag pressed into the back of my knees threatening to topple me over

any day

definitely not The Better Way

leaky roofs, stalled escalators and abandoned repairs

a deterioration that conveys indifference and

contempt

any one of 69 stations can be a point of entry

a greased haiku

petal faces on a thick, wet background

the real dirt of any system

a permanent under class never cleaning up

a fine black dust

when the brakes are applied to slow down a train

over time, it builds up

over time, it covers walls, floors, tiles, passengers and musicians

special equipment to clean it

meanwhile in ghost stations, the clean empty trains arrive on time not braking

not stopping