Lennon

Wake me up and give me the perfect words-
with your imperfect speech.
Speak matter-of-factly,
truthfully,
of what it was like-
and what you always meant to say
when you said what everyone else heard
and didn't understand.

Or don't tell me anything.
Just come over and sit down in the chair
and watch me sit,
and think
and try to come up with something worthy of a minute's notice.

Trite,
wrong,
boring,
forced-
un-genius.

Tell me what to say, John.
Show me how to write.