I Am Not Waiting Anymore

　　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