this writer's process (requires some audience participation)

process

i know the tune so well
its a crime
to think that i wont play it right
when its time.
*
you come alive like a nine to five;
clock me in right
as you arrive.
you're in those ripped jeans
or in a long dress,
i'm behind some fucked up glasses,
but im lyin if i say
the sight of you dont cause me
all this damn stress!
fishing for compliments,
i am your tempest;
you roll your eyes, and flip your hair as i waltz on by.
i hear the hum come from the longing
in your chest
friday to friday in my skull
and i aint gettin no rest!
*
i know the tune so well
its a crime
to think that i wont play it right
when its time.
*
and this aint just
imagination,
though for sure its all
free, for a small fee,
its anxious, ambivalent
ambidextrous calamity
and yes
its all directed by me!
and dont take this the wrong way
i know were far from being done
but there are days when
your anger serves
well as my only inspiration.
*
fishing for compliments,
i am your tempest,
you roll your eyes and flip your hair
as i waltz on by.
i hear the mumble of the longing
in your chest
friday to friday in my skull
and i dont ever want to rest!
*
i know the tune
so well its a crime to think i wont
play it right
when its time