Here’s the plan:
Light the fire,
Lie under gravity’s
Perfect blanket
On grass
Lit grey by
Half moon;
Tag Archives: waiting
Watching the Fingers
“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 for the Wolves.
Like liquid-drop
Spatter-rocks,
Debris thrown from
Heaven’s crater-cloud volcanoes
Spots of rain congeal briefly,
Waiting for the World
Waiting for the bell –
The inevitable bell –
To ring.
Not the bell that starts the
“Seconds out!” action,
The bell
To tell me
I can’t make money.
Waiting for the call
To come,
The call that means
I am not wanted.
Waiting for the message,
The subtle-strong words
Being formed
That start, surely-softly,
To strangle my
Innocent soul.
Waiting for the day to dawn,
The day when I am worth
Less than half of nothing…
Waiting for the world
To wake;
The world that,
Simply, cannot
See me.
223/1/2013
Waiting
Waiting for love,
For love and coffee;
Lively backbeat,
While I’m training
And paying for
The songs I forgot,
Cushions and the sun.
Even on the rainy days,
When I couldn’t see
The strings,
Purple and night-black:
Waiting for love,
For love and coffee –
One more time –
Lively backbeat …
Perhaps
Patience destroys love,
Destroys love
And lovers.
Perhaps
Waiting for
The right moment,
Throwing beauty
After the beautiful
Is always wasted.
But it’s
Still patience,
Still beauty,
Still beautiful.
27/7/2012
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