SOMETHING
by Brenton Booth
waiting on the words to come
waiting on the constellations to fade
waiting on the purple armadillo to scream
waiting on the toy soldier to cry tidal waves
waiting on the tumbling bee to paint the walls green
waiting on the composer to fail
waiting on the char-grilled bullet to pas de deux
waiting on the millionaire to smile and fade
waiting on the true face of the deity
waiting on the nervous buildings to crack tumble and drown
waiting on the children to begin to listen
waiting on the midnight boogaloo to really swing
waiting on the ignited glasses to see clearly
waiting on the home to invite me in
waiting on the empty bottle to bring happiness
waiting on the sunday afternoon grand final victory
waiting on stevie ray to sing again
waiting on the scar to finally heal
waiting on the new philosophy to free the ages
waiting on yesterday
waiting on tomorrow to find today and join as one.
IMAGE: “Psychedelic Armadillo” by Susie Weber. Prints available at fineartamerica.com.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Brenton Booth lives in Sydney, Australia. After over nine years of rejections, poetry and fiction of his has appeared in a variety of publications including Chiron Review, Nerve Cowboy, Lummox, Out Of Our, Poetic Pinup Revue, 3:AM Magazine, Van Gogh’s Ear, and Tree Killer Ink.
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