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Pull the Chain by Kushal Poddar

The morning train mails away.

The shit beside the railroad still fresh.

The girl on the facing seat sleeps

in between her legs.

A labor knotted hand lights

the day’s first cigarette guarding it

from the wind framed by the ajar door.

You know, the ringing in your head

comes from your eyes beating

the houses, trees, meadows and madness,

people staring at the passing shape of you

as the train itself, a serpent, hissing, going, going,


Your mind, lost and found midst

a cloud of smoke, assembles an acid rain.

Kushal Poddar edited the online magazine Words Surfacing and authored The Circus Came To My Island (Spare Change Press, Ohio), A Place For Your Ghost Animals (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), Understanding The Neighborhood (BRP, Australia), Scratches Within (Barbara Maat, Florida), Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems (BRP, Australia) and Eternity Restoration ProjectSelected and New Poems (Hawakal Publishers, India).

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