Thursday, February 3, 2011

Naked in a Waiting Room


Life means waiting naked
in a waiting room:
vulnerable and unready

for the verdict: a purgatory
secretly in league
with the unseen,

smelling like eternity.
When will you be called –
what fraternity will pledge you?

What will take, or give you,
breath? Sex, success,
disease or death?

Where do you fit?
Presumably, my darling,
this is it. Meanwhile you sit.












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