Automatic glass maw      swallows every platform in pincer jaw      and he is there sudden

yet stagnant         smile stuck deep in his cheeks mouth hung slack     a chassis rumbling

before the rev       putrid eyes drooping      detailed with purple vein  and when the train car

empties      he is upon you fingers through belt loop      thumbs swiveling trails of gasoline

grease behind them     like the tracks of a snail and this is how it is wheels ever whirring in                                                                                                                                         
                                                                                                                                laughing spits

“Subway” is a poem I wrote in 2018. It was published in theta wave, which you can read online.