Friday, June 1, 2012


I’ve always hated
the idea of waiting
An autistic child
dreaming of someone
Wearing the illusion
of a voice on the phone
Or a text message
buzzing in the late night
The music of a wish I know
Can never be real
Isolated from reality,
Day after day
Distracted my mind
Like a melody
From the radio
Stuck inside of me
The daisies of love
Dangling over me
Like a guillotine
Pedals falling
One by one
Like other lovers’ heads
With “loves me”
“Loves me nots”
Counting down
A rain of soft uncertainty
Drenching me
And draining me,
Me knowing to what end
The pedals will fall
Waiting for an answer
I already know
And never wish to hear

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