Poem-A-Day: Day 102

Waiting, Just Waiting

Waiting, just waiting
for words that move like tornados
over the prairie fields filled systemically
with the damning thoughts,
damming the river of ingenuity
that’s filed systematically 
into cabinets toppling over,
topped off with a cherry on top,
cherry jubilee, jubilation
that ruminates on the words;
running dogs ruining the carpet
as they scoot slowly,
butt to carpet,
but to put things in perspective
floating languidly down the river;
though the thoughts are damnable,
the words move instead of
waiting, just waiting.