when you are waiting
as passive as the glass you drink from
calcined, corralled
into your adequate shape
stand,
skin of your temples limned
by fluorescent,
until your legs ache
and while you are waiting
biding your time until they lift their heads
every disparate form you've taken
sends off their own light
a wild sunbeam toward each coast
broad, bolder-boned
your spine the rock entrenched here, there, wherever
those loafers become one with the floor
melt into it, you
the offshoot of spit
from a rallying cry;
the last good drop of Pentecost
pooling into the terrazzo
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
when you are waiting
as passive as the glass you drink from
calcined, corralled
into your adequate shape
stand,
skin of your temples limned
by fluorescent,
until your legs ache
and while you are waiting
biding your time until they lift their heads
every disparate form you've taken
sends off their own light
a wild sunbeam toward each coast
broad, bolder-boned
your spine the rock entrenched here, there, wherever
those loafers become one with the floor
melt into it, you
the offshoot of spit
from a rallying cry;
the last good drop of Pentecost
pooling into the terrazzo
