waiting rooms are always so

my walls seep stanzas
seem so ancestral some days
and brand-spanking-new others
back in the summer, warm sun,
abandoned abbeys and
abandoned rooms
never waiting never moving on

optimism keeps touching me
as if it knows me well
i won't object

this silly smile has a mind of its own
it is a waiting-room smile
warm sun in my solar plexus
let's paint it yellow so it will shine
let's poke it so it will laugh
one day i'll laugh

sinister somnambulism some days
some days not.
so i guess that's how it goes
unknown, winter leaves blown
blasted buds and those that grow
stick 'em all in a salad tosser and
see what blooms
sitting, grinning like a fool
waiting rooms are always so

so.
okay.