WAITING ROOMS
a doze
-n empty
television
screens, hide
our wound
up minds.
it’s all
seconds, here—
glass and curtains,
separations, antiseptic,
just the place
for our hopes to
endlessly stalk
echoing hallways.
Just a temporary man, who writes poetry and listens to too much noisy music. His hobbies include salivating about glaciers destroying civilization and the cultivation of facial hair. Additionally, he generally strives to make himself as useless as possible....follow the thread back...
WAITING ROOMS
a doze
-n empty
television
screens, hide
our wound
up minds.
it’s all
seconds, here—
glass and curtains,
separations, antiseptic,
just the place
for our hopes to
endlessly stalk
echoing hallways.