April 1st - The Modern Age

King of Diamonds - The Modern Age

Behind Glass

"Out with the old!"

You exclaim in silence, shaking

Barreling toward some new unknown

Inhaling sour Greyhound atmosphere

You cannot wait to breathe fresh air again

Or maybe, to be honest, smoke another cigarette 

You don't even own a cell phone at this moment

And your CD player's batteries are dead, so

You pay attention to the surface of the road

Slowly losing sense of time and place

You lean your lineless face against cool glass

And watch the lights outside refract

And bleed into the highway and the hazy night

You gasp awake

Against cool glass

Not knowing where you are

Where have you been

For these few moments?

Or was it months 

-- or eons?