waiting on a god

curled within this chair
I am no
longer curious

lean and lank
and
pearled

to the 9s

the time
is
and will
never be
here
again

bare
your teeth
show
yourself
speak

You did
repair
you did
prepare
and so
now
dare

to be
real
can you be
real

if not
just fade
away

and
leave me
dreamless
and sleeping

dressed
pressed
prepared
and
willing

but still waiting
in this
late
afternoon
in this waning
heat

I glitter
I shine
the ax
to grind is
lashed to my side
growing dull again

the quiver full
and yet
you do not call
I drop the
bow
listless
tick
tick
tick

where
are
you

Reviews

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

Love the sound of each stanza, the flow. Well done!

[Jeremy Baker]

Wow - this is both intense and intelligent - really compelling read. Great writing!