Sitting on Catastrophe’s Knee

Sitting on Catastrophe’s Knee

Penniless at the wishing well.

Sitting on catastrophe’s knee.

Airwaves full of the obvious.

Sky black above me.

I see in shades of gray.

I catch a glimpse of my silhouette.

It glares back at me with a bad attitude.

I hear voices in the shadows.

I wonder what is true.

I hear laughter.

I hear crying.

I see dancing.

I see dying.

Sometimes I know its you.

Copyright 2012 Jeff Drury