Waiting

twenty four hour count down to thirty
and maybe split, scratch for
everything, scratch forward,
little mistress of tomorrow,
please spend yourself wisely,
and common sense will pay your skill,
to decadence you were contained,
this ignorance, so well explained,
and following, is the vapors and
doom unto which you fall, and
no one can make you scream louder,
not like it goes beneath the skin, it's open
to no other, and spit becomes this,
if you weren't so evil you would know,
and all the songs
come out to saws, just to drift away
with the sounds, if I'm a sinner
it would go softer, but they're all deaf.
And I know by your singing and laughter,
you've been here too,
count your feet among mine.
So we laugh at each other,
caricatures of dignity between,
and the similarities mark up a tally,
so tall you can't ignore,
like skyscrapers, the wise are static too,
killing time is on the watch,
as clocks would say,
it's terrible