Static Reservation by Yorric Watterott

Yorric Watterott | May 1st, 2009 | poetry | No Comments

Peter’s been stuck at the train station
Waiting for his rose since tuesday.
Daniel’s had the stupid look on his face
Frozen for hours mid-flight to his doom.
Sarah’s life has been hanging in the balance so long
It’s a wonder she hasn’t hung herself yet

Actions, conversations, lives,
All interupted by a reclusive ellipsis.
The recessive TBC,
A refusable contingency.

Worlds stained by the swelling inkblot,
As i still hold my pen.
Suspended in Static Reservation…

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