A.B. Black Waltz Poems

The people crowd the streets
As they see painted faces pass by
Little men roll as maidens prance
As the circus master invites them
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Sitting, sitting, waiting for the music to stop
The music plays over and over again
My eyes wander, my sight blurred
My mouth lets out whispers and sighs
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Tonight is different from any other nights.
Tonight, I celebrate my existence.
I sit here by the seashore watching nothing but the magnificence of the moon.
How often can one see the moon at its full bloom?
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I sit here as I wait for the old record to stop.
Its music plays over and over again.
My eyes wander as my sight became vague by tears.
My mouth lets out whispers and sighs.
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Even if my eyes are closed
I hear the rain again
Hear it outside my bedroom
My room turns cooler than it was
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No more angry static to be heard
From the mobile phones we used.
No more of your voice
to identify you: even as imaginary.
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I wish to feel your chest as it rises and falls;
Summoning the air
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