laughing at the TV
when its staring back at you
looking for the next thing
that's suddenly so new
tinkering with words
on a blank white sheet
running off to somewhere
in your airplane feet
they're all just distractions
in this waiting room
no need to get so tangled
you won't escape the loom
we're all just getting weaved
with a multi-colored thread
until the timer's ticking's done
and you're leaving here instead
quenching your thirst
in endless cobalt seas
dreaming your heart dry
while begging on your knees
washing all your laundry
the shirts, towels and covers
getting down and dirty
with lover after lovers
they're all just distractions
in this waiting room
no need to bob from the weft
you won't won't escape the loom
we're all just getting weaved
with a fucked up thread
until the hour glass is shattered
and the earth is now your bed
watching the clock
it's waving back at you
with middle fingers raised
in this waiting room
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