Saturday, 12 January 2008

i am waiting for the rope to ring my neck. i am waiting for the ring to band my finger. i am waiting for the circle to round my life. i am waiting for the butcher to slice my life. i am waiting for the chef to spice me up. i am waiting for the instrument to ring and make some noise. i am waiting for the moment to man my life. i am waiting for the moment to end my life. i am waiting for my role to run my life. i am waiting for my lover to love me more. i am waiting for the cord to string my connections. i am waiting for you to network me up. waiting isn't easy.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Waiting isn't easy, but writing like this while waiting is simply transcendent! From your deep poetic heart, it flows.