I really can’t shut up.
That’s why I always hesitate,
That’s why I always hesitate,
always waiting to let words incubate
before I put them in my stump
oration. I’ll ejaculate
before I put them in my stump
oration. I’ll ejaculate
before it’s too late
in the date, I hope,
but I’m obliged to hesitate
in the date, I hope,
but I’m obliged to hesitate
and dwell on possibilities that both terrify and fascinate
me—like freeing the rope
and going ahead and being the animal that ejaculates.
me—like freeing the rope
and going ahead and being the animal that ejaculates.
Feeling I’ve been on the straight-
and-narrow path too long,
singing the “Hesitation
and-narrow path too long,
singing the “Hesitation
Blues,” with no one for whose sake
to get down and put on my make-
up. I’m an animal that ejaculates.
That’s why I always hesitate.
to get down and put on my make-
up. I’m an animal that ejaculates.
That’s why I always hesitate.