I am red in tooth and claw
God's favorite child, bloodied from the brawl
This bitterness was killing me all along

I am not waiting anymore I am not waiting anymore

Blowing through time like nickel slots

In a windowless room, on a credit card:
Flash it like a semaphore- a vague, drafty metaphor-
I am not waiting anymore


I've been a keen eyed observer
Of the movements of concentric parts

Of bodies of bones and breasts and
Unmapped chambers of hearts


Sand in hand has turned to glass
A Jeroboam filled with a life that's passed
You can toss it off the balcony and listen for the crash

I am not waiting anymore

I spent eight long years

Working on my screenplay
It's a teen movie with young actresses
That plays to the middle aged


I have read between the lines
I have been wrong every time

It burned up on the alter, but I am fine
I am not waiting anymore
I am not waiting anymore

I am not waiting anymore