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Painting by Royal Young

Poem and Art “Motel” by Royal Young Acrylic on canvas

Incognito underground

Subway tunnel


Where we lived out

All our fantasies

Before the hordes

Got here

They wouldn’t have

Dared come

In the dangerous days

When everything was safer

More rich

Because it was broken

My love licked along

 The elevated tracks

 My drunkenness


 On empty platforms


Anger, fear and failure

Burst fires in the rubble

Of 25 cent chip bags,



Empty cigarette packs

The last year of high school

I took the bus

After 9/11 my parents

Were scared

Of anthrax in the subways

 It was close

 To flying

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