Living in a world of Glass and Jazz.

   Living in a world of   Glass and Jazz.

  Living   in a  world of  Glass  and  Jazz

 Some revel, some amuse, more   abuse.

The   tainted, tarnished  glass   still  retains

 Its vituperative  glamour  on the surface.

 The  sides reflecting ,uncanny,

  its rigmarole.

  A squirrel lost   its way, now bold, squeezes

  In viaduct  the zinc  platform.

  You shut the door, be in the shell of your

  Four walls.  The directionless   is scared,               

  Struggles  its way out.

 You tap  the   heavy teak wood   door,

 Sentinel  of the   vanguard   of my living,                 

  Worshipful  and stable   and flexible,                          

 the Stopper  fails, the  door  gets  slammed.

 Recline on the table, your  ever supportive,

  Membrane or  metaphor  or poetry or prose,

  Past or  Future, The Present  Holds you,

  Yet, The fleeting moment, nervous  fiber

  Of  imagination, see - saw  Hope and

  Desperate ,close your  eyes  and  lean on.