Second Intermission

second intermission
 anticipation
 you know the third act
 small talk drops out of the play
 you're standing in the lobby
 tightening your tourniquet
 waiting for it
 waiting for it
 and then the bell sounds
 and the lights flash
 and there's all these questions milling around
 and there's no time to ask
 no bliss for little miss leading
 she's learning about bleeding
 but what is love if not exquisite?
 our only saving grace or is it?
 and somewhere inside your iris
 blooms the reflection of my surprise
 as you stroll past every last do not enter
 and touch me at my epicenter
 and the bell sounds
 and the lights flash
 and there's all these questions milling around
 and there's no time to ask
 i'm always trying to get there
 i never really get there
 to that quiet place where i accept myself
 instead i'm deep inside some high school
 locker room no clothing
 popping the zits of my self-loathing under fluorescent lights
 and the bell sounds
 and the lights flash
 and there's all these questions milling around
 and you're too ashamed to ask
 second intermission
 anticipation
 you know the third act
 small talk drops out of the play
 you're standing in the lobby
 tightening your tourniquet
 waiting for it
 waiting for it