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What are you waiting for?
I wish I could talk you into it.
Wondering what to do with my fingers.
The table feels empty, naked without an ashtray
and the still smoldering remnants of lipstick stained filters
brawny, squelched cigars.
When I'm good, I'm bordering on terrible.
The mess, the stiff, the awkward
the grind.
I'm just one tightly wound wad of anger
misdirected sex and sadism.
But I could catch the kingfisher moment
that bolt of blue between splash and sundance
Not this moment
that.
Right between my teeth.
That smell.
Stained cotton.
Clean sheets.
Sweat and inside jokes.
Analogue recording.
Feedback.
Scribbled notes.
Holes in the wall.
Cracks in the ceiling.
Men you've never heard of.
The stories I don't tell.
And the lingering suspicion of greatness.
