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 Project—Selected and New Poems (Hawakal Publishers, India).