Christian Connor Schwantes

Soggy Waffle - Poem by Christian Connor Schwantes

Everyone sits in circle
Waiting for their turn to talk
But no one gets up, walks out the back door
Everyone stands and looks back
None look for attack
Coming from behind
Jackal’s friend Hyde
You all seem so silly with that look in your eye
The briefcase and beer can make it disappear
Stand! Run!
Grab your car and your nun
You can’t get out of here
Building the world on tradition and task
The soul has rusted
The brain

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 11, 2012

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