Wednesday, November 26, 2008

when one least expects it..........

out of the abyss........
no time for preparation nor posturing..........
appears justin..........

before ones very eyes........
an angel.........
a prophet.......

dressed in wolves clothing........
edgy.........mysterious......available.........

saying profound, life-altering things..........
things that make me quiver........
with anticipation.........with trepidation...........
warnings , in a way, masked in veiled threatening statements......
hints of something to come.......
hints of spiraling excitement.........

the prophet.......
he sees all.........
he issues assurances, all-the-while.........
commanding respect and reverance.........

he lirks in the darkness...........
his kiss has the taste of apples bathed in sunlight.........
dimpled..........exquisite.........

well, my friends..........
i am dumbfounded by the appearance of this masked stranger.....
we shall see........
yes.........
a story is unfolding here on the upper east side........
and i am but a player in the script........
awaiting the directors instructions.........
wondering whether i will, in fact, have the wear -with- all to live up to the prophets expectations........