BAD MOOD CENTRAL LINE

central line 5 30 pm
    and
    i
    find

    the
train station is too lucid 
mad with sobriety
a naked photo-shopped interactive map
where cut-up programmed mice
    are
    impossibly dark brown

    the 
train pushes in on a movie column of air
blowing hair and skirts - action !
    but
    instead
we slot into checkered seats


    in
    a

locked can of sweaty dogs 


    the
extras are dressed in people clothes

pointy shoes and ankle hugging sleeves

    they
clutch glass squares folded in plastic flaps
with dull blunt paws
like its Holy Sanity in their palms
    their
    underground
    eyes
flick over new hounds
    like
snakes searching tongues

    they 
    sit
silent with worry
pale and reduced
    in
the gloom and glare
    of
adverts and flickering light tubes

    its disgusting

    all disgusting

    used and ugly and over
    blue under sodium

    they are all lost
        and
        denying it

afraid 
    of 
    their
    own 
    minds