I’ve always hated

the idea of waiting

An autistic child

dreaming of someone

Wearing the illusion

of a voice on the phone

Or a text message

buzzing in the late night

The music of a wish I know

Can never be real

Isolated from reality,

Day after day


Distracted my mind

Like a melody

From the radio

Stuck inside of me


The daisies of love

Dangling over me

Like a guillotine

Pedals falling

One by one

Like other lovers’ heads

With “loves me”

“Loves me nots”

Counting down

A rain of soft uncertainty

Drenching me

And draining me,

Me knowing to what end

The pedals will fall

Waiting for an answer

I already know

And never wish to hear


(1983 revised 2012)

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