Wading Weighting Waiting Room
Wading Weighting Waiting Room
Wading in thoughts, weighting words,
fearfully here in this waiting room.
There's a compact slightly cracked
music player by itself on a shelf.
Someone largely in charge has
shaped tape over its switches.
So none of us can make it go,
and silence reigns, or rains in our brains.
But curiouser and worryouser,
there is a kinky pink plastic angel.
Winged bustlet, angling down, slight frown
ungracing his/her face from shelf space.
Worse yet, I see he/she's got a twin,
but blue, no grin, top of a storage bin.
And a magazine rack mauls the wall,
with a fall magazine mocking spring.
Who do these voodoo things,
that shiver-quiver my head strings?
Godot is ever a no-show, but me,
I'm fearfully here, slowfully waiting.
Dan Daniels
15-08-21
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