Scribblings
And Life Imitates Pop Songs That Have Never Been Written Quite Right
by Christi Underdown
She waits and waits and waits
(in a ridiculous play that seems like Beckett's Godot)
for a revelation in Goddesses and Magick and Music and Poetry
Non-tangible Saviors.
It has been 2 months,
2 months, 2 weeks and 5 days
since she let go of what she thought was Home.
She has since been living
in an isolated place with only
words and a spear of moods to keep herself companyed
and she feels like she is dying
to make a beginning,
to find the tune when the music has stopped,
to see the end.
And no one can tell her how the hell to do it.