Wait’s Reward

A poem

The Louis Vuitton flagship store in Manhattan is wrapped while undergoing renovations — I snapped this photo on Wednesday

Epigraph:

“I’ve been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life
I’ve been waiting for a girl like you, you’re a love that will survive
I’ve been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive
Yeah, waiting for a girl like you to come into my life” — Foreigner’s Waiting for a Girl Like You

what’s a man to do
when in love with an angel
who’s blind to her wings
who doesn’t see her halo
reflecting in his windows

he writes a poem
friendly love language speaking
feels soul’s energy
forever’s such a short time
to wait for eternal love

I wrote this bit of drunken sober poetry last night and sent it to her.

Wait what? What’s that?, you say.

Sober doesn’t mean dry. I’d rather be wet sober than an asshole dry drunk.

If you don’t know what a dry drunk is, look it up — essentially, stopping using without putting in the inner work to face one’s demons, or tame their personality defects, etc. I recently saw that Leonard Tillerman had an epiphany.