16 May 2012
Dashing to the Underground Rain so hard I kick it Skid into the platform top Fumble with my ticket.
Slam! The gates, they open wide Rush to the moving stairs Running, lines, they daze my eyes I stumble unawares.
Onto the platform, yellow line Stand behind or else! Crush of people, echoes, noise, Perfume, B.O smells.
Rumble as the train rolls in Monster leaving his lair Doors open, sudden squash Get on by just a hair.
Heads down, faces grim Buried into books Attempts to smile or to converse Are met with evil looks.
Stop and start, we speed and slow Snatch a vacant seat As we surf the Tube, we mind The overwhelming heat.
Close my eyes, pop in my ears I'm calm and feeling fine Rattling, I'm homeward bound My stop's the end of line.
Tube Dash • Opuss № I