waiting 2/3/14

Slow in posting; stalled out by an upcoming reading of a play I wrote in Texas: Ten Thousand Things, which went up at the Bushwick Starr tonight. Lovely hosting, generous crowd; solid venue.

 

From the play; a song near the end… Parents waiting for news of their missing child.

 

I am waiting through the dialing

Even when there’s lots of zeros

 

I will wait all through the night

Even when there’s lots of zeros

 

I will spiral through a lifetime

Like a circle made of zeros

 

I have waited a very long time

I have studied good and evil

 

I will play you Marco Polo

I will play you hotter cooler

 

Ink without its paper. All middle. Bakelite

The dial’s a watch with no hands the way you like to ride a bike

 

I lost a whole set of keys once down a hole this dark

Your house’ll burn down if you build out of Joan of Arc

 

I am waiting like hydrogen, like a cure for the common cold

I am waiting to get better, for the wedding to turn gold

You can spell anything by turning,

Turn around, turn around

 

I’m not safe through the ear that’s where/that’s how I think

I’m not safe alone that’s where/that’s how I drink

 

Loneliness is patience with chapped lips, your mouth is breaking

Breaking is the same

Shape as

What saves you

 

Full of knowledge

Like a language unspoken, all alone

Rotary phone

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