:: night train gina chopp

the train wheezes hymns like last sighs of accordian sounds surreal on a night such as this. when sluggish evening is still as settled liquid, calm and contained. i lie here, soothed by the ripple, distant and low rumbling of tracks. waves of sound broken through sheets of air like comb settling in locks of hair before finally sifting through. soft twirl of wind chime and waltzing window curtains. that is how the sound arrives, molasses crawl to sensitive ears. songs of sleep like spirituals risling slow born in pews and lifted up to sky, single synthesis of voice. squeezing gently through beams of church steeple like hot and lazy southern Sunday afternoons. >>index >>info >>advertisers >>contact