Wave to the Lady in the Electric Wheelchair
written by: Jan Sargeant
watch that space between the words
see the length of minutes becoming hours
turning into days, and when you can no longer hear the
pause in the rhythm of the verse, you can always go back
and rehearse what it was you wanted to say
there was a silent note dropped from a sky
bruised by rumbling clouds of rancour,
their menace pointed through trembling fingers,
while they smile deception through whitened teeth
save me a portion of that crumbling edifice
the one that shivers in its petridish of humility
to paint me into a corner with acrylic chains
splashed on a canvas that remains blank
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