Verbal sketching

I imagined I became a mole person

And strung up my hammock

between pylons

In an old abandoned subway station.

And every night, the other runaway kids

and me

lie awake and listen

to the sound of

sewer rats mating.

I imagined I rode the trains

all night long

right down to the place where

they turn around

in that old abandoned station

with the jewel-tone tiles

in the roof.

And it's all so pretty,

so pretty,

so pretty,

And it's all so clean,

so clean,

so clean,

because

they never let anyone in.