O Blogosphere / Waiting
January 22, 2009
Where are you tonight when I need you, out there in the ethers, the slim chance of what’s coming? You know I always wanted to hold your hand and be held in yours. I know you know and that that’s why I keep coming back for more and always will.
Even if coming back means waiting quiet in the alley till you show up. What are you doing? Having a piss behind the dumpster somewhere? Did I forget? Or maybe you just didn’t show up yet, but I’m waiting, waiting. I’m shivering a bit and feeling a tad caught up in my drama. Look at me waiting for you and you not here. I’m more faithful than you I think and immediately know it’s not true.
You were always there and it was me off having a whizz. I just like to play the victim when nobody’s looking, caught caught in my familiar old drama.
Really, I’ve been looking for you a long time, you who’s body isn’t who you really are and who borrows bodies to show things. You move through them like a thread and then leave them to the regular ghost who is lonesome for you again. Waiting.
