Posts from the ‘NYC Subway Photography’ Category

The aim of his role
Was to move a lot of blow
Ask him his dream
What does it mean?
He woudn’t know
“Can’t be like the rest”
Is the most he’ll confess
But the time’s running out
And there’s no happiness

My name is Leonard. I work for Saward Management Company. They own a ton of buildings downtown. I’m assigned to 305 Wallstreet. It’s one of those places that has a lot of solo practice lawyers. I clean their garbage and vacuum the floor. At night when I leave, I like to think I’m a bat, almost like a batman. I just ride the subway, from one terminus to the other.

I didn’t start noticing something was wrong with gwa gwa until she came into my room that one morning and started yelling verses from the bible. But not just any bible. It was the fucking childrens bible, and from the looks of it, it was in Arabic.

Thanks for stopping by
But I’m just visiting
For a short time
I need to get back
To my submarine
It has wings
It can fly
It is my home.

Check it before we wreck it

Each one of us
Shares a thought
A feeling
Even a handshake
We sit next to each other
Wondering if the other had a milkshake
Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry deluxe?
A mix maybe
That brings us all back to childhood
When we could do anything and
Dream anything
Now that we aren’t little
We seem now more incapable
Less adventerous
The world to us is a room
With four corners, a computer, and
Some pencils that are half sharpened

But today I feel hope
Like a small pebble swept in from the shore
Dancing up with the others
Holding on for dear life to the creamy sand
As it edges it’s way back to
The mouth of the sea

Nothing is ever truly private on the subway.

The blondehaired subway tigress can often be spotted on the rush hour trains, standing near a door, even if there happened to be seats. This was a technique to make her appear taller to the numerous predators that scour the subway. That the photographer could get so close to the tigress was more dangerous than he first thought. This tigress was a far east Siberian tigress, which meant she had an ample supply of poison darts hidden in her sweat glands that could kill a man in twenty three seconds.

Cut me