Time again to drop the science

Hello, my name is new poem.


This one's called Metro.

I am in transit again
moving around this city like electrical charges,
underground cables. Everyone, everything's in motion,
crowds gather, disperse, jostle for position.
People sit next to me but say nothing,
don't make eye contact, too risky,
you never know what they might do, strangers.
In our heads kinetic energy, free form thought.
I can almost hear it, like the humming of fluorescent lights.
Plans are made,
regrets mulled over,
I wonder what's for dinner tonight,
I hope I get this weekend off,
my parents are going to kill me.
Conversations interrupt the silence,
intermittent, isolated
only those concerned need participate
a bizarre public privacy
We are dreams and souls,
fear, hate, love, war, peace, beauty, truth
horror, pain, longing and fulfillment
We are gathered in the throng,
alone together,
uniformly disconnected.
We are a makeshift city of nomads,
a river that spills on a thousand shores.


Pretty deep huh? That's how I roll sucka punk.


P.S. Joey if your reading this, do you still need that logo or did you go with other guy? Sorry it's
not done yet, so much school that eyes are bleeding and sentences are running on. And where's my response to the response on article? Also I finally got your myspace link a workin. Now your traffic will increase nonefold.