pay to purchase

Blue eyes open I walked in circles
around the golden fourth floor window
and heard the aural tone of angels
slid my fingers along the gleaming rail;
in anguish deranged in poison stations
shied from screams of subway wraiths
aboard unbending blade of steel
transports the public, from pay to purchase;
am I alone? though I a fortress,
I an Adam, the namer, alone,
marking Time in fickle mazes,
inhaling myths of old Manhattan,
a fantasy, phantoms, dreams, no more!
I stand corrected, age will dismiss
that youthful ticcish kisslessness.