International Poet of Merit
Shakespeare Trophy of Excellence
I Am Waiting (for Lawrence)
I am waiting while you think
things over
and while I am waiting, I am tired
of asking the rich to not eat us alive
and I am waiting for my government
to care about my health and safety
instead of enriching the corporate
profits of their friends
and I am waiting to see if the military
will turn its flesh melting machines
on us for protesting child hunger
on a Thursday
and I am waiting for Mr. Winter
to give me one last cold squeeze
and I am waiting for the man,
whose waiting for his man
whose waiting on a cup of coffee,
and is in no real hurry,
unlike me
and I am waiting to experience the love
that’s in my mind
and I am patiently waiting for
the revolution to begin
I am waiting for a sermon, mounted
or unmounted
and I am waiting for my government
to stop trying to control me
and I am waiting to see if your heart is
in the right place
and I am waiting for Mother Nature
to give us the Big Fuck You!
and I am waiting for you to take me now,
here as I am
and I am waiting to find out what I have
been missing
and I am waiting to find out for whom
the bell tolls
and I am waiting on the whippoorwill
to protest becoming
an endangered species
and I am waiting for the memory to fade
of me going down on her on a spiral
staircase in Connecticut
and I am waiting to bury the past
in forgiveness
and I am waiting for the world to finally
give peace a chance
I am waiting for the orgasms
of the anchorman
to die down as he describes
the beauty of our weapons
and I am waiting for the names of
Epstein’s clients to be released,
and I am waiting to read
the unredacted report
on the Kennedy assassination
and I am waiting for an explanation
of what chemicals they used in their
fracking operation
that left 30,000 innocent and
healthy fish
DEAD on the shore
Oh, they don’t have to tell us
Because they wrote the laws
that said so
That’s why, asshole!
Thanks for asking
and I am waiting on Hemingway’s
orange juice
Hold the shotgun
and I am waiting with only
eight good fingers
and no money in my pockets
and I am waiting for the eyes in the hills
to finally come on down
and introduce themselves
and I am waiting to live in a country
where the FBI doesn’t initiate a plot
to kidnap the governor of Michigan
No, I’m NOT kidding
I am waiting for the United States
of America to add nine more states,
because 59 is a prime number, then we
can truly be one nation, indivisible
and I am waiting for the
great goddess Sheeba Storm
to perform her magic on me
and I am waiting while they try
their best to manufacture consent
for the next war
and I am waiting to feel
those propaganda
vibrations
and I am waiting to either
sink or swim
and I am waiting for a big
nothingburger with everything on it,
side of onion rings,
and an ice cold root beer
and I have been waiting,
it seems like forever
to find a way around
the dreaded Catch-22
and I am waiting for them to
finally free my Palestine
I am waiting for you to whisper sweet
nothings in my ear
and I am waiting for Brautigan, Bukowski
and Ginsberg to tell me their secrets
Sylvia, Emily and Maya are waiting
next door
I will be calling on them soon,
if they will have me
and I am waiting on the check for
The Last Supper,
the restaurant was busy,
I ended up tipping 23%
They seemed OK with it
and I am waiting to wake up
in a land of real justice,
unlike the kind we have now
and I am waiting for the
United States Congress
to feel shame
for what they have done
and I am waiting for the poor
to finally take their revenge
and I am waiting with the blood
of one stubborn bastard
in my pocket
and I am waiting to get off the exit
near Bad Choice Road
I am waiting for the undertaker to pick up
some speed
and I am waiting by and by lord, and in the
sky lord, by and by
and I am waiting for the girl who truly
smells like teen spirit
and I am waiting to hear the final note
of this Louis Armstrong song
because it reminds me
of her perfection
and I am waiting to get out while
I still can
and I am waiting for the Fourth
and Fifth Coming
and I am waiting for the people
who were here before the pilgrims
to finally take their country back
and I am waiting for our imagined enemies
to surrender
I am waiting to see if that tree that was
standing by the water has been moved
Nope, Still there
and I am waiting to throw down my
heavenly burdens
and I am waiting for the military industrial
complex to cry uncle
and I am waiting for you and I to come to
some kind of arrangement
and I am waiting to finally have
all my ducks lined up in a row
and I am waiting for our tears
to bind us together
and I am waiting for the series finale
and I am waiting to put my spell
on you
and I am perpetually awaiting
the revolution,
televised or untelevised
and I am waiting for us all to finally
and forever give peace
a chance
