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all i was waiting for
was one little word.
it would have moved mountains
vacillated through valleys
it had the potential to make or break
and back to that word
short
sweet
sweet jesus even dealt with denial
and i don't need three little birds
to light down unless they bring
that one little word
which only you can manuever now.
so now in this winter of our discontent
this content has never meant more
scores are being tallied
and i've never kept score before
and where words fail you
a simple head nod up and down would suffice as substitute
i'm not asking for the moon
the stars have better things to do
like burn out
and i'm burning up on entry
of this scribbling with your intentions scrawled on it
i've thought about it
i've heard the songs i want to sing
in the breathy voices of sensitive sirens
but i can't take that bass out of my voice
i can only crash into symbols
that mean so much less than a three-lettered confection
sweetly served a baker's dozen times
in my mind
from whatever you've cooked up
this part is potluck
completely made up
of whatever you choose to bring to the table
so pull up a chair
take off your coat
stay a while
tell the man in the moon
to hike a moonlight mile
be like a child
listen to me implicitly
this is a trust fall
no room to guess
double cross the double agents
erase catchphrases
anyone can tell me no
i need you to just say
yes.
copyright 2004
Ratpack
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