7655. I AM WAITING

I AM WAITING

In some tidal outpost of the neat and the natty,

I am waiting here for destruction. The western

wind is mindful of what I want : tiers of incidentals,

and all the lanes of the wired hallways. I will bow

to nothing, as the cotton fields roll by. I can hear

the Stephen Foster chumming in the 

back lanes of my mind.