I wish I had something clever to write about but this election is more disgusting the closer we get to the actual day we choose our next “fearless leader”…….so I will continue with the poems from my youth……..though some of those memories are painful; they still are not as painful as the crap we have with this political season…….

I continue my series on poems from my past……my little coping mechanism……Poem #3 was written in 1968…….the 3rd of March to be exact………I think it will be self-explanatory……..

Waiting–Waiting

Mud is deep,

Panic slowly seeps,

No damn sleep,

Waiting–waiting.

Watching the wire

Tonite could be so dire’

Waiting–waiting

For the order to “FIRE”!

Waiting–waiting.

sweat slowly runs,

Bugs noisily hum,

Heart pounds heavily,

Waiting–waiting.

Sunrise–Nothing,

Waiting–waiting,

What did it harm?

Another false alarm.

Today there will be no sorrow,

But there is always tomorrow.

CHUQ……….

It was a long nite………