Breathing uncirculated air,
the musty aspiration of the
garbage-soaked rail ties,
an entombing experience
The tenacious wait,
sinking into the suck of
the moldy platform, dirty
to its foundation, and falling
asleep standing up when it
gets too heavy
Ahhhhhhh here comes my train
Reading over someone's shoulder,
spying my little eye,
invading, I read the
inscription
RELIEF FROM THE
WICKED INFLUENCE OF
SATAN IS NEAR
In this city, you never know.
The spirit of SATAN may be upon us,
down here with with the rats,
but as long as he doesn't bother me, and I get
to where I'm going, he can ride right along.
And I'll pretend not to notice anyone,
and they'll pretend not to notice me,
and everyone is safe
