I am the pulse of this evening city
indicated in red.
I read like a cipher: destination DN.
I brighten as i leave
connecting cities and people
who mean nothing to me.
I am the last commuter after midnight
masturbating in an empty brake’
amidst the stench of damaged vegetables
and accidental fish.
I am the oscillating fan en-caged in black
someone switches me on
I do not respond.
I am the lone signal
with one eye wounded.
I am the last train after mid-night
always indicated, i seldom arrive.
I am the final passenger
wrapped up in a shawl
blurt your finger at me
And I fall.