Grand Central Station

Blue steel walls
of metal perfection.
Through gothic arches,
we pass peeking at
miniature lights.
Handles like silver birds.
I wish I were
an engineer.
The music, music
mad, mad music
of wires trapped
within wires
leak through membranes
fuse the heart and brain.
Copper edges prick
my arms, legs
an electric voodoo doll.
Waltz on the third rail.
Howl you tired dog
on all soul’s night.
Let us create a dirge.
Let the sun pour, merge
through this narrowed
darkened walls.