Arlene Corwin Poetry

     I Waited

I waited for the time to hit –

It did.

It has.

Waited and expected,

Not believing that would.

It did,

While I was diddling,

Talking about change

That never could touch me.

It did.

It has

Continued to

Tattoo

Its flecks on torso;

Puckers, wrinkles, more so,

Even-ing out the wino,

Fatso,

And who so

Thinks otherwise

Is in for one surprise

When deathblows

Change hands out

Hits their time.

© I Waited 01.4.15/03.12.13 (rev.04.6.11 )

Time; Circling Round Nature; Birth, Death & In Between;

Pure Nakedness; I Is Always You Is We; Circling Round Wrinkles;

Arlene Corwin