I Am Not Waiting Anymore - Field Report

I Am Not Waiting Anymore - Field Report
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
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