17 April 2012


If you press your face
Against the glass
Of the subway heading south
In the last car
With lights dimmed
And if you stare
Hard into the tunnel’s black
Against the wall hands
Grab at sparks
Flung off the third rail
Eyes stare back, hard.


Prompt=sci-fi or fantasy poem. I do often wonder what lives in the Baltimore subway system. Peace...

1 comment:

  1. That poem is a thing of beauty, honestly it is - so how come it scares the bejeebers outta me???


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