Issue
#9 

a poem by A. Razor (1 of 2)

Time Delay

sitting at a
bus stop
all alone
not waiting
for anything

wanting for
something
unperceived

writing it down
on a worn out
notebook
by the light
of a convenience
store sign

an old man
walks up
asks for a smoke
I pretend
not to hear
he calls me a
son of a bitch
walks away

for some reason
in that moment
I feel he is a
true genius
but, they say
it takes one
to know one

even if it mattered
I don't seem to care
in that moment

then suddenly
she appears
out of somewhere
that seems like
nowhere

like a vision
before me
from some
spiritual plane
calming my fears

her eyes shining
with love
with beauty
with hope

that I might
be a part
of her
lifetime
parade route
as she passes
near
then past
then moving
away
as it all
turns dull again

back into a
memory of this
hot summer day
on Western Ave.
I was staring at
a sign that said
something in Korean

I was empty
and dry
like onion skinned
paper

a dusty
Santa Ana
blew me slowly
out to sea
into nothingness
as the memory
faded away

I was back to
the notebook

sitting at a
bus stop

all alone

not waiting
for anything

wanting for
something

unperceived

© by A. Razor
 
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