Monday, 15 December 2014

enveloped in media glaze -iv

Ghost train slides down
the wet rails
up the coast
California

i heard its rumble
i saw its dreary cars
burdened by a sagging
economy

patience has run out on itself
life becomes the wait so
everything is now
again

there i am being
grinding my teeth. waiting 
nerves frayed
at both ends. turbulent
like each and every loss of each and every one of my friends
my gems


love got conditional on us. fast
for sures into maybes
impending silence...

vast

i listen to the rain
and

in each drop
i am
ecstatic