Camelot

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Thursday, July 3, 2014

Wisteria





I'm held suspended
In unknowns

Waiting...

The tick
Of the clock
Is stuck
On never ending tock

Will the boom I hear
Reverberate
In my ear?

Yes

Through the silence
A quake
That shakes
Me to the core
As I bolt for the door

Not knowing the reason

Why?
Did I fly?

With no return ticket
For a seat
In my old jalopy
Under the wisteria
Canopy

Blood rises
As the prize
Deflates in size
And I agonize
Over the unit
As a whole

You see where
My mind has gone?

Me neither

Maybe I'll just float here
Until the sharks
Come around
For another round
While I dream of hysteria
Oh, I mean wisteria

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