"Like watching paint dry..."A Poem by Jack...The waiting is the hardest part
“Like
watching paint dry...” Layers
upon layers, flaking
residue... scraping
at the inner walls of my heart, priming
the ruins of my disassembled dreams while masking
off all hope of bleeding out or bleeding on “Dare I
bleed in the color of missing you?” Scratches
filled in with crayon, vacant
hues... only
on or outside of the lines of love Woeful
stick figures dancing to a lonely song, played
by the empty roller lashed to my hand “Would
you dare touch my handprints....smear them?” Minutes
take hours to pass, but who cares, Que
Sera Sera... the
old Zenith finds Doris Day happy, nice
someone can be stirring
a smile within a gallon of semi-(g)loss “Why is the
sale brand in barren tones?” I
cringe at the thought of another moment in this position, base
boards... bent
over and touching up, flat
lining without an edge, waiting
for your touch, your tinted smile...waiting your approval “Like
watching paint dry...” © 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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Added on June 2, 2013Last Updated on June 2, 2013 Tags: waiting AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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