Mindless HourMindless HourMindless Hour by Maelstrom-View
In this Mindless hour
I curse the very walls
And pray God for some deliverance
and in this aimless second between the
Milkman and the day, I'd ask you .......
Is it just frustrations...?
Just a wanting for the urge to cry ?
for another's sorrows save mine.
Save mine for I make many, at least
enough to hear over coffee.
Cigarettes burn time and money,
I drink long hours after dark
and in the fleet smoke, the sound of voices
raised in humour.
Waiting for a prayer soft woman.
Her laughter may cost me gold,
Her tears may cost me dear and
surely God's own question.
She is the Asterisk and the question mark.
A rumour and the broken dark of need;
hiding in the beating, biting,
savage shadow of impatience.
The knowledge not to rush makes
its sober condescending point.
Standing loosely in the morning garden,
a reprieve, for there is only this
mindless hour and
God with me.
(C)Mike Jarvis 1983