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By Michael T (manic) Submitted by MichaelT() Date: 2001 Sep 23 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.23.12.05.28102]] |
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I'm the answering machine with an urgent message I'm the secret decoder ring with your name scrawled along the band in the cereal box of sugary so-bad-for-you it's good tastiness There's a message that begins with four C's This is not in hex. It's not about sex. At least not only about it. Will you ever figure it out? I'm a time bomb ticking ticking ticking I'm the flashing red LED blinking SOS SOS Baby save me now I'm the ringing telephone. Check the caller id. I'm the ringing pager I'm shaking silently Flashing your name. I'm the taxi ride home with a police siren screeching. HEY! LOOK AT ME! I'm the square dance partner frantically searching the dance floor.. I'm the sprinter kicking off the starting block running to you. I'm the marathon runner running running for years only to find you and bring you this. I'm the manic-answer to your - maybe. Question. Am I in love with you? Yes. Yes I Am. I'm the guy lost in the crowd frantically searching searching searching for your face I'm the empty hands reaching reaching rearching for you and your TV embrace. |