Nightcrawler

Do you want me to say something beautiful
or do you want me to say how I feel?
I'm sick of competing
Sick of...
breathing in stale air
Sick of my ears bleeding
with this noise
Why is it never quiet?
In this old book
this dragged out story
Time to pull out the stops
Time to laugh until we die
It's time for something new
something a little less bright
and with a lot more bite
It may shock us
with things bold and new
So do you want beautiful
or do you want reality?
Tell me so I know
what story to tell or write
Something slightly neutral won't do
It's time for something new
Yes it's time for something new

July 12, 1992