The Long Wait and See
In the rose bowl, rose petal water
Long gone poison
I’ll drink it if you will
Handsome women, hand me down clothes
But I’ve heard you walk on the billionaire rows
They are cocks and crow
“There’s nothing to fear!”
Stop what you’re doing and come outside the house
It’s forty two degrees, it’s eight PM
Or thereabouts
It isn’t the end, just the Long Wait and See
And nobody knows just how long or how terrible it will be
Oh you unborn, stay as you are
Will them that rut, pull away, before it goes so far -
An unpopular art no?
Most coveted part of the knowing animal
That makes its own hell…
Stop what you’re doing and come into the yard
There’s smoke on the horizon and the wind is blowing hard
It isn’t only fire and foulness of the air
But the many people dying and I don’t think I could care