Long ago
I had a dream
in which the
Metro engine
swallowed me.
I could feel its
purrs, its
long vibrations
on both sides
and it was very
dark, as dark
as the inside of a
long
narrow
coffin.
I woke up to the
amber stone eyes
of my cat,
who was waiting around
in the gloom
mysteriously,
waiting for
breakfast,
probably.