“Waiting …
Is doing something …”
We can always tell ourselves;
If, after waiting we are
Doing something.
So – we wait,
Watching the fingers
Do their usual business:
Numbers clicking on and on …
And …
We wait
Just a little
Longer.
“Waiting …
Is doing something …”
We can always tell ourselves;
If, after waiting we are
Doing something.
So – we wait,
Watching the fingers
Do their usual business:
Numbers clicking on and on …
And …
We wait
Just a little
Longer.
I am truly cast down low,
The numbers prove it:
A friend is leaving: skies,
Though blue, are weeping.
But please …
Be still a while;
Listen, listen, listen …
Maybe I’m a little crazy, on
The outside of too much wine… Continue reading
She’s way past numbers,
He’s given up counting;
Their eyes, their lives
So full of history’s snow
Neither can remember the
Last time they
Enjoyed the silver powder thunder.
She can’t hear what the one-armed drummer is saying,
He just can’t quite recognise tune the blue guitarist is playing:
Does either of them realise,
Does either of them care any more, that
It’s the doll-devil they’re paying?
Hey-ho, there’s just one letter’s difference
Between the bomb
And the final, sad, slip-away mistake.
11/4/2013
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