watch
fantastically fatigued frescos
those weary eyes and slacken cheeks
waiting in line
breaking for a week or is it a year
asking for a repeat
pleading for some understanding
something that you can feel

taste
situated sundry silhouettes
falling across the wall
beating a way forward
parting the blocks before
to rest in shadow
below the feet
broken between some light

hear
gravitating galactic gizmos
serenading
well wishers and evil doers
people of plight
forgetting such a crevasse
weeping in tune
with the twilight

© 2011 Jason Warren