Interesting Endeavor

What an interesting endeavor
to sit and wait.  That anticipatory moment
just around the corner waiting
in return for your relief of an embrace.
In what other way do we concur
the doubt of wonder, and in no certain
terms where do we go when the light
is burned out.    A chair, the epitome of a throne
that is the necessity of the world weary.
In this calamity of our day to day
do we even begin to ponder what sort of beginning
we will even begin to see.  

What an interesting endeavor
to a have that disposition of awaiting the time
when the world will never give up
its grasp and sanity will return to leadership.
When high backed furniture refuses to levy the world,
and gives it a predisposition to imploding.
Do you hear the incessant qualities in the night
as the vocalization of nocturnal fowl
who about the whats in the darkness.  Because while sitting
in our living rooms we have only determined
to attribute nothing to our existences
but the smell of slow and normalized
decay.

What an interesting endeavor to see
nothing through the lense-less frames
that populate our faces.   Its only right
to determine that what is left is the epitome
of brokenness.   Give into the whim of
desperation and wait no longer
for on the other side of the sofa lounger
there is a buffet of sustenance
that your brain has been longing
to consume.