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)