The Time to Talk Is Now
Poke me with a stick until I bleed
You’re not the only one of us with needs
I ain’t smart, but I know I can learn
To stand around and watch a building burn
Something in the way you pull my strings
Is a catalyst for rereading
Every single word that we throw out
And the body language when the lights go out
Take me to your leader
I am but a humble gatekeeper
With a penchant for doing it again
Shone back in steely eyes
A silly boy cut down to size
Underneath a faded overcoat
Anyone can feel like a rowboat
Oarless and pinholed and unnamed
Eaten by the sun and drunk on rain
A while back, I took my radio
And made it Doppler down through the commode
Sassy! But now I want it back
To use its soullessness as my soundtrack
The time to talk is now
Maybe true, but you know how
A tongue that’s sunburned is just useless flesh
Save it for more pursuits
Like the tasting other fruit
Outside the circle of your sight
You can be a song resung in broad daylight
© 2007 John Brocato
(March 20-22, 2007)
You’re not the only one of us with needs
I ain’t smart, but I know I can learn
To stand around and watch a building burn
Something in the way you pull my strings
Is a catalyst for rereading
Every single word that we throw out
And the body language when the lights go out
Take me to your leader
I am but a humble gatekeeper
With a penchant for doing it again
Shone back in steely eyes
A silly boy cut down to size
Underneath a faded overcoat
Anyone can feel like a rowboat
Oarless and pinholed and unnamed
Eaten by the sun and drunk on rain
A while back, I took my radio
And made it Doppler down through the commode
Sassy! But now I want it back
To use its soullessness as my soundtrack
The time to talk is now
Maybe true, but you know how
A tongue that’s sunburned is just useless flesh
Save it for more pursuits
Like the tasting other fruit
Outside the circle of your sight
You can be a song resung in broad daylight
© 2007 John Brocato
(March 20-22, 2007)