Sitting on the back of the park bench
I stare off into the distance
Not looking
Waiting
Waiting for day to stumble into night
For darkness to rise
For the stars to wink down as I sit there
Waiting
Sitting there looking out
For the moon to rise
For the wind to howl
Waiting
All day people chase the day
Zombies wandering through time
While their shadows follow behind
Waiting
For night to come
To escape their human prisons
To leave tomorrow in the future
Waiting
Ready to shed the false skin
An exoskeleton for others to recognize
Without windows to see in
Waiting
To run naked and free
To the beat of the beast
Under the moonlight
Waiting
For the season of the beast
To rise and consume time
As dawn sits
Waiting
Walker
Saturday, February 11, 2012
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