Wasting

Simple and sure.


I've been waiting for you
Unfortunate, I know.
Waiting is wasting
I've been wasting for you.


We had a talk.
Fortunately horrid.
I don't care.
It was enough to sever the sickly umbilical ties.


For that, I am thankful.


You are prepared,
aren't you?


I am preparing.
I will be prepared for the hailstorm that is my future.


Sometimes I feel
Like another refugee
hiding beneath the wooden slats of a decomposing wagon,
waiting for the lull in shots picketing my surroundings
to make a run for freedom
To paint the wagon red.