Waiting for Godot

Ode to Beckett

Diminishing spiral lost in ennui.

Mere speculations my dear Valdimir.

Di’s deferment of Estragon’s forfeit,

Go go and show me nothing is coming.

Displacement, my hat, controlling nothing,

I stare deep into its hollow abyss.

We are all thirsty from drinking dead seas.

Nobody will share my private nightmare.

The noose is still dangling but don’t use it,

The sheep and goats bleat for Lucky Pozzo






About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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2 Responses to Waiting for Godot

  1. Tulika B. says:

    Very nice…
    I wrote a blog post on Waiting for Godot last year: https://onartandaesthetics.com/2015/11/10/in-which-nothing-happens-twice/


  2. amabear says:

    nice. i like this a lot. xoxo


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