any kind will do

pauses have become hours
and hours turn into days
obstinate, unwilling to end

the word hangs in balance
waiting for the moment
the moment when i decide to
stop waiting.

the word.

the word waits on the tips of my fingers
adding one last accessory
borrowed from memory
or made from music

i wait

for the days work to get done
to burn in the sun
to climb over the hills
for a cut or a bruise
for some abuse
for a stupidity
an absurdity
any kind of ecstasy 

any kind will do.