11:00 a.m.A Poem by mayo
miles davis (gently) on my cheap cd player my apartment waiting, waiting for a vacuum broom mop grown kids waiting for a free lunch of Japanese noodles and tea recovering from a Tylenol pm coma waiting for my latest lover who never calls tempted to toss the phone into the trash with last year’s waiting mistakes frigid air creeps through window air conditioners and cracks in the floor where I watch my landlord work on broken time and futuristic bikes aging bones snap waiting, reminding of things I must © 2008 mayo |
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Added on April 12, 2008 |