I wait
you disappear
I have adapted to the uncertainty
having studied the meaninglessness
of everything
as belief slips away
The celibate angels
are heading home
bleeding from the mouth
These diminutive princesses
are walking with a phantom
eyes filled with sleep
Glasses are lifted
A muted announcer
a dark-eyed lover
a tipsy comedian
imitates a woman
violently histrionic
You're as freaky
as a Fellini movie
those painted faces
in a room full of rogues
But the critics
questioning the old notions
have forgiven the abstract world
and so must I
So I wait
through the long summer
for the sun to set
in some gilded autumn sky
and you to come breezing by
