Saturday, December 24, 2011

Waning...

Uninspired
The dog buried in ancient sand
Across the road.
Waiting for an audience to perish.
Each moment yawns,
Each hunger lives,
Drawn out
With broken claws.

Amidst noises in the head
Some on the streets.
Turning slowly into a wrinkled speck
And then a Lump, Love, History.
Today bows out
The Uninspired dog,
And Tomorrow they shall,
Play Cat and Mouse.

2 comments:

svahethuscribes said...

how long are we going to be waning..????

Iridescent ... said...

I have written Mister. :P