again

it’s that time of the night again when transits are rare
again
it’s that time of the night when
missed connections, misread intentions,
and failed expectations
sit with each other
and then it’s a blur
again
it’s that time of the night and
it’s a wong kar wai film under the subway dubbed with a tarantino film soundtrack
it is fuckin trippy but kind of awesome
because
again
at this time of the night you ride with china, and persia and india
united with mexico and africa
oh these lost souls wandering around the sea of united smell of nations
drowning
in the drunken stupor of their own part slumber
and part awake consciousness
again
it’s that time of the night when
distant stars communicate by bouncing off faint light to the glass windows of the train
lost
again
what happens when two lost souls meet?
they're still lost
but
at least there’s now two less lonely people in
the motherfuckin world