the dark is droppping like a spot
of black ink squeezed into a glass of water
and now the crowds are thinning out

into the light down in the subway station

here this train speeds underground

this train speeds under the river

and i will drift back to the slope

some face unlit, there, stuck into the incline
where i will sleep off all the noise
the soot accumulated, all my trials


i thank you
lord almighty up above

just for sending out the F train to me

so thankful

for all the unspent love
that i save up in the jar of money


your polaroid is on the wall
stuck in the crack between the door and door-frame
trapped in the middle of some laugh

some drunken joke some friend of yours was telling