Subway to the Center of the Earth
by Frank Watson

Groaning men
and tracks


of women who know

the carnal gaze


of tattooed jazz

in deep bass


as we’re heading down

a heated core


the violent shore

of tribal pound


a prophet’s sound

that says... 
                    we're

                              m

                                  e

                                     l

                                       t

                                         i n g


down a hole

of earthly flesh


with three stops left




Note: written for the dVersePoet prompt, "Subway."  
All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2012