Bullet Train

[leftovernachos]

There are many people on the Metros advance
from Compton to South Central's madly quiet 
strobing graffiti of scourge and briefcases
standing out before the zombie addicts wearing
dresses over pants passing time in dark brown
peacock tatter green shirts layered under
argyle sweaters tethered in knots over
midnight blue bruised concrete chipped cheeks 
turned by Los Angeles' hospitality dropping change
in leather hands for sand-paper smiles

this is really well written, I can see you don't like drug addicts or graffiti artists very much... the ending is really nice though with leather hands and sandpaper smiles, though. Really captures the vibe of being on a metro train/In a metro stop. I believe punctuation and separating the ideas in here might make it read a little bit more easily, but this is the first time I've critiqued something, so I'm not sure how I'm doing... maybe punctuation would be the thing I struggled most with as a reader, but as a writer I can tell this was probably hurriedly written ON the train or IN the stop... good descriptions though!