The last train is nerly due the underground is closing soon in the dark deserted station resless in anticipation a man rest in the shadows. He's resless eye leap and scrach at all that they can touch or catch hidden deep within his pocket safe within his silent socket he holds his colored crayon. Now from the tunnels stoning whoom the carrage rides to meet the groom and opens wide and welcome doors but he hesatates then withdraws deeping in the shadows And the train is gone suddenly on wheels flicking silently like a gently taping litaney and he holds his crayon rosery tighter in his hand Now from his pocket he quickly flashes the crayon on the wall he slashes deep apon the advertising a signle worded poem comprisiing - four letters and then his heart is laughing, screming, pounding a poem across the tracks rebounding shadowed by the exit light his legs take their acending flight to seak the breasted darkness and be suckled by the night.