Lost Between the Lines

Between steel and steel
and steel
and electric rail
Toothy Rat grumbles
like an old Jew
and kicks a crushed water bottle
and spits on a smoldering cigarette butt
and shoves aside Stephanie's
all smiles
and i's dotted with pink
lost between the green and orange lines
lost between the gravel and gum wrappers
and more human hair
than any human dares
and Toothy Rat stomps
his grimy foot
and Toothy Rat shakes
his gnarled paw
and Toothy Rat swears
in ratty words
so vile his whiskers smolder.
Then he hooks his naked tail
over his arm
like a walking cane
and sets his chin
and strides
from Clark station
to the theatre district.

The End

1,110 comments about this poem Feed