::::Rachel Mulcrone::::


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Waiting Wait Wait
A rhythmic piece set to the ticking of a clock.

Waiting Wait wait twenty past two
Cars drive by and none are you
No call no time nowhere no clue
But wait and wait is what I do

Waiting Wait wait quarter of three
The bottom right corner of my computer tells me
My cell phone my watch they both agree
No sorry
No awareness
No thank you
No please
But wait and wait till you I see

Waiting Wait wait ten past four
Wide awake but my cat snores
No keys no lock no opening door
But wait and wait how much more


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Pink Rooftop
I wrote this poem in in High school and it was published in Downers Grove South's Literary Magazine, The Calliope.

He sits there waiting waiting
            In his own triangular world.
Where leaves and knives fall into he dark pit of sea monkeys
 
I sit here won my pink rooftop
            Looking down on the stoop he sits on.
 
Wondering what melancholy thoughts dominate his mind
And as I throw the whipped cream balloon on his head

I wonder why he deserves it

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Parade

I am waiting for the parade to go through
Till the house is empty World wide sympathy
Violin Strings Jagged things Rip through
I’m waiting for the parade to go through
I overhear too much I feel so alone
I couldn’t go outside my mind belongs home
It’s not fit for travel It can’t relax
It will not join and It refuses to act

I can’t wish you farewell by the door
I can’t wave and smile or anything more
Then sit here and write through a door
While people connect knowing the score
I wish I wasn’t home
Or that I could vacation from my body but its big and hard to hide
One hundred and sixty
pounds of snide
 





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