London Poem: Day 299

12 June

Anti-climatic and still hungry,
What is supposed to be never
Satisfies, and never lines up.
Tick, tick.
The ongoing tumble leading to,
Well, know one really knows, but
We still quietly clamor for
Something that doesn’t not, and
Will never exist.
All we can do is wait,
With thumbs twiddling.

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