Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

The World Is Waiting


Release like a seizure
a mad frightening awakening
Does your darkness stalk you?
Pretense behind the white picket fence
Hidden in kindergarten pictures
All the little buttons
All the stolid advise
All the sterile monsters
Every neurotic gesture

No one is safe
No one likes daddy
Mommy is afraid

We gather the normal world
Underneath the hallways are dark
Crooked metallic gates
Comb your hair
The world is waiting

Submitted: Sunday, June 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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