Treasure Island

James Jarrett

(1963 / California)

End Game


I wander through
the days now
waiting
I am becoming
purpose
All of the other things
are slowly
dropping away
Surreal machinations
move things closer
Inching day by day
In the meantime
Life speeds by
without me
Blinding lights
speeding traffic
and all I can do
is wait
wait
Until I can wait no more

Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, April 18, 2013

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