Swipe the card,
upon deduction
tumble through turnstyle obstruction.

Feel that eerie void of silence
and break as you stumble down
the stairway, to the C to Downtown/Brooklyn,

see that loud silence embodied
waiting on the benches,
and infect their eardrums with subtle noise

as you tiptoe
with trepidation
turn the corridor to a rhythm nation

get down on your knees
wait for a train's crashing breeze
take your crouching spot next to the trashcan,

chew the mangled end of your pen
still tasted of pomegranate
that you stabbed last night, but couldn't open

but your rumpled notebook shall open,
so it is time to write
time to bite the seeds of night.