Wait!
There is more waiting here!
Fools
that we are - we assign ourselves to time
Of
values, measured by sixty increments of line;
We
calculate and philosophize about fear.
Albeit,
that the sequiturs leave less
While
the solipsistic notions take more
Than
any single arrogant ego can ever address.
Wait!
The crowd is approaching terminal abhor
For
the midnight hour is near
And
madness shall ensue past the locked door
The
barrier is over; the penned mob can gorge;
The
waiting is over – let the wildebeest forge;
Trampling
past each fallen spender so to feast
And
consume the consumers; an incongruous duality.
Wait!
The train of conformity leaves promptly at eight.
Scurry
along for life does not hold open any gate
Nor
will it remember any writer that fails their commute
Thereby
leaving the quill, the ink and the paper to sit and mock the mute-
As
ceaseless thoughts torture the befuddled and lingering mind
And
the open gaze wonders, as blank page; after blank page turns with blind
Eyes
that search their darkness; Ahhh yes,
let’s wait for the waiter to serve kindness.
Wait!
Youth will be poured into bottles of expectation
So,
to measure the forming years; hi son, what is your rating and grade point?
Oh,
my daughter, be sure to have fun while you graduate with a valedictorian designation.
And
really, don’t worry, the investment for the degree, is how one will anoint
Oneself
with the oils of toil and lather up in the soaps of successful mystique.
Thus,
the odor of wait is masked and distracted by the roller coaster thrill ride freak.
Note
how the waiting lines are full; from birth thru death; the vigil is the
anticipation.
Wait
for the light
Wait
for the sight
Wait
for the day
Wait
to say
Wait
the line
Wait
your time
Wait
the gate
The
gate does not wait
Fate
does not the wait
Why
did I wait
Now
I know my date.
Wait-
Wait-
Wait.
