n-judah love song

i want to be the one you reconsider

Thanks to Sweet Tracy for the link. Oh, and how I wish I could write this well.

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An Old Poem I'm Posting For A Friend To Read
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I want to be the bed
i want to be the front door
i want to be the collective garbage in your house
i want to be the hot water heater

your kitchen sink
your bathroom tub
your brand new office window
your new and improved CPU with a million monkeys typing for a million
years sending up pages of an owner's manual with maintenance tips and
diagrams outlining all your ifs ands or buts

i want to crack your skull
i want to crack your code

(I want you to want to crack my code to want to decode and recode....)

your sure thing
the love of your life
read my diary and steal my letters
i want you to want to
i want to catch you in the act

i want you to light up when i walk in the room
i want to be the centerpiece
the centerfold
the sports channel
the remote control
i want to be the button you push over and over and over and over and over

i want everything you're not saying seven times seventy to the nth power
i want to crawl inside you
i want to press tears out through your eyes
spit through your ears
teach you to whistle from the inside out
i want to shuffle the lines on your palm
i want to slip my foot into your Achilles heel
i want my thumbprints on each sole

i want to be your brother from a past life
i want to be your faithful companion Tonto Friday Watson Pavlov's dog
i want to run around in eternal circles with you and write a long,
long story longer than 99 years

give up my connections
give up my ghosts
i want cosmic reprieve for good behavior
i want to finish your sentence

i want to scare you
spin you close to the edge
shake your faith
give you the heebie-jeebies
make you shift in your seat
i want to make you sweat under my hand-held, thermo-nuclear flashlight
i want you to spill the pinto beans
i want you to make a run for it

i want to be the one you reconsider

i want to be your baby
i want to be your keeper

you can change your name
use my superhero alias
use my lucky brass elephant to double your winnings

for you i'll grow my mind
for you i'll change my schedule
for you i'll switch it all to a new account

be my nosy neighbor
be my crazy cousin
be my girlfriend
be my younger sister
be my drooling cat
be my favorite pen
be my italian poet
be my greek philosopher
be my rosetta stone
be my captured alien
be my angel gabriel
be my angel

i want you to take everything

i want you to take my blond hair, my red hair, my black and blue
shins, my scrubby elbows
my false eyelashes
my broken watches
my mismatched socks
my missing keys
my bad vision
my gold ring
all my sundays
all my 15 minutes
all my B-grade poetry
all my highwire-walking, tap-dancing, chainsaw-juggling words for i love you

i know the three secrets:

i know your eye color
i know your secret name
i know your real shoe size

(do you want to know the three ancient gestures that will hypnotize me
into believing
i'm your muse?)

give it up
surrender
name rank serial number
IQ and blood pressure
lotus inside lotus inside lotus
peeling off leaf after leaf like a cabbage
four cabbages, really maybe five, maybe a dozen, maybe a dirty baker's dozen

maybe a stinking, dirty, rotten baker's dozen of stolen purple cabbages

i want them all
i want everything

i want everything stolen, stupid and silly that belongs to you, that
always belonged to you, that you borrowed, that was pushed onto you,
that your god didn't want, that your goddess threw back, that she
stole from you, that she never asked you for....

all that

i want it all
i want to be it all
i want to be the one standing across from you
i want to be the one you keep in your peripheral vision
i want to be the holy cowgirl
i want to be the girl from outer space
the girl in the photo
the girl in the song
the girl that got your number
the girl that got your goat

i want to be the girl that got to you first

i want to be the one that got to you first

i want to be the one

i want to be the one

i want to be the one.