Waiting For You
Waiting for you
Is listening to the tap dripping
Into a sink full of cold dishwater
Waiting for you
Is watching a cockroach
Cautiously poking its feelers
Out from under the fridge
Waiting for you
Is feeling a cold pain in my fingers
And a hot pain in the small of my back
Waiting for you
Tastes like an aluminium spoon
And smells like a damp rotting floor mop
Waiting for you
Seems never to stop
Waiting for you
Is
Unpleasant.
© Barry Freeman - May 1997
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