A poem about the ache of waiting for something to happen, when life feels shallow.
Licking my fingers, sucking them dry
Toes curling
Tongue biting
There’s something in the air tonight
There’s nothing in the air tonight
That’s sure the hell something
Sitting gripping its absence
Waiting head cocked toward its silence
Smoking long dragging cigarettes
Smelling smoke bleeding wreckage
Sometimes you just have to plead insanity
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