Friday, September 30, 2011

Reminiscing on the wait

I have had my
ten thousand days,
days of slithering, Jesus
with a gun...broken dove's
necks blotting out my eyes
and the sun...

nights of bottle
and ash, and the
whole ungodly
mash...games of chess
and undress, stealing
pennies of a dead man's eyes
phoney hellos and fake goodbyes...

Iv'e had my ten thousand days,

Iv'e taken it ten thousand ways...


Anirban Kapil Baishya (30/11/2011)

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