Waiting For Dawn is the third chapbook of poetry by Chris Wood. This volume features Thirty selected poems from 2010-2012. Below you will find several preview poems and purchase options including the title poem, Waiting For Dawn, America The Pitiful, and Insomnia.
Waiting for Dawn
I watched the sky’s new day beginning
as the stars were disappearing
but I know they’re still out there
blinking, bursting and becoming
And perhaps other things exist
beyond our rose-colored vision
of this thorny sky, hovering over
our transition into a blossoming blue dawn.
America the Pitiful
Anxiety: the spice of life
Self-esteem: a plastic knife
Sugar-free and saccharin self
Withered with a want of wealth
Sex: reward or punishment
Unbridled senses mask defenses
Status update: my self-expression
The false mirror of reality
Is a camera for the world to see
Enslaved by the belief we’re free
As long as we’re shown who to be
If I could sleep, I’d surely dream of waking
with a smile for the morning. But instead,
I French-kiss the night, in that fierce and
desperate way in which a lover can often
smother the object of his affection.
And I would trade the solitude of innumerable
stars for a camaraderie with the sun’s golden
rays, but I’m addicted to the silence of night;
a co-dependency with quiet darkness.
Not unlike the day a fair breaks down and
closes shop; when you wander through the
dirt paths to the other side of those amusing
wonders, coveted by childhood eyes too
innocent to realize the inner workings of.
It’s a similar sensation that I get when I tip-toe
to the sound of snoring, realizing how vulnerable
we become while sleeping, and how I’d rather
court the moon if she would only take me in.
And, I’d make her quit this constant business of
waxing, waning, and sinking, but in time, I’d likely
hate her for it: giving up such things for me; a man
who just can’t seem to understand the sun, she lives
to rise for every evening—only to die for in the morning.