snorting bags of dope off the third rail

by Robert Filos / October 31st, 2021

and your name is written on my dry tongue
like nineteen seventies subway art
roaming above the dark Bronx nights
only to be seen by the junkies
and the hookers
and the cops
till once again
it disappears
into that tunnel

Robert Filos is an author of poetry and short stories that combine beauty and wit while highlighting social justice issues. Published worldwide his poetry received over 40,000 views in 2017. Born and raised in The Bronx, he now resides in the South Carolina Low-country with his wife and children. He can be reached at rfilos63@gmail.com. Read other articles by Robert.

This article was posted on Sunday, October 31st, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.