I'll sit in a condition
And wait
For a new frame
To isolate and focus
A new set of specifics.
I'll sit in a condition
And wait,
Instead of initiating
A painful catalysis
And let the world alight
Upon me and batter me
Smooth like ocean rocks
Or become sand.
I'll fall asleep being kicked
Or mad-line down the street
Asking how?
I'll sit in a condition
And wait
Ignoring the discomfort like
The resonant hiss on old speakers.
I'll sit in a condition
And wait
Like settled dust in a newly
Renovated apartment.
I'll pool like oil,
I'll congeal like old wine,
I'll hang like dying houseplants
Awaiting clarity in the new
Comfort of simple basics.
I'll sit in a condition
And wait,
Speaking cryptically
To friends and smiling funny
Stepping in puddles
I used to avoid
And slipping on ice
When it's cold enough
I'll sit in a condition
And wait,
Calling out rude strangers
Under my breath and
Laughing when toddlers
Misbehave on the bus.
I'll sit in a condition
And wait,
Reading past the words
To the tiny imperfections
Of the paper they're printed on
In the pages of old-edition novels
To look busy
I'll wash my face and
Forget to brush my teeth,
I'll tack your throw-away
Poetry on my wall and
Never read it.
I'll analyze your doodles
And wait 'til my tea is cold
And drink iced coffee instead.
I'll sit in a condition
And wait,
Forgetting my dreams and,
Indulging your,
I'll not be able to tell stories
Like I used to.