(a)wait

It’s so quiet. So quiet. So…
This waiting is killing me, this quiet, silent, waiting that never ends

For something to happen
categories of emptiness

I have no idea what I’m talking about
We sing and swing and live without light

Inside

Out – you go, no, don’t stay, go go go,

Gogo dancers, do they ever get cold?

Inhibition, intuition, into something, into other

me, you, us, them, everybody, anybody,
any body
arms, legs, feet, head,
everything in between
that place that says now now here here
me me me
whereverwhateverwhenever

that part that wants to shout in the street
at 3:30 in the a.m.
I don’t give a damn

fuck it just do it

damn damn damn

damn it go on just do it
all in, all win, all those sins
committed
original

that’s SO original
authentic, real
anyway, every day, all time any damn
and here’s me waiting to

stay stay stay

away, a ray of sunshine
when it’s gone
and it’s all so quiet
a swan, song;

through dawn and day
into the night, bright stars shining
and then lying on a bed in rome, lying, crying

sighing into the night

wishing waiting that maybe, possibly,
somebody just might
get lucky
happy
not frontin’
coz she wants to move

he just wants ta love ya baby
but he’s a hustler too
it ain’t where he been
but where he ’bout to – get back here when the lights come on
I don’t give one damn about Tyrone!
You gonna be back here when the lights come on

come on come on come on

oh come ON!

You did NOT just say that!
Yes I did
Yes I said it.
Yeah I did

And I really, really, really meant it

So take that big
bad wolf that’s howling at the
Put your pants back on! Gross!
Flicking back long blonde hair
Nails all polished
Eyes set on glare

Stare
Stair
way to go
It was heaven
Ya make me wanna
scream and shout

It’s 3 in the fuckin’ a.m. you crazy?
Come back here!

Don’t you dare.

 

© 2014 threegoodwords

 

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