The journey is short - The passengers grim

The train is old

Racketing blue

Marble hallways line the route

The tunnel is coarse

And looks unfinished

Wind blows through her

Like a cable

The rearest carriage is safe from terror

Black widows hate 

to haunt this gate

The journey is short

The passengers grim

On rotten legs

They laud this wagon

We'll soon be stalked

Like fish and rubies

We'll soon be rousted

For the knife

Dull as an eyeball full of putty

Pluck me pluck me like a daisy

Flesh my perfume breath imbued

By our little stop of death 

Get me off the escalator

I am crowing

Like a sheep

Yesterday is coming later

But this ride is very steep

Pluck me pluck me

Speck of rhythm

Dream on me

You craven billow

I will be 

Your languid triton

holding trains up

with a prop.

22/08/17 - finished