what color waiting room would you like?

by now we could have had a cave of cheese
with all this waiting. 
a cool tunnel.
round after round of wheels. 
the night hangs across my face 
like a cheese clothe. 
all full of holes. someone is going to need to
vacuum the hallway. someone is must
uncrumple the staircase. what i want
is a life without knees or knuckles--
without caves at all. 
across the spine of the mountain
there are old mine shafts bears use
as caves. these caves go deeper deeper
into the rock. i was once a rock
before all this nonesense about flesh
sunk into my being. i tell my dog
she has to drink water 
or we will both die.
i tell my dog she is brave & needs to 
cross the river without me. we keep waiting
for someone to buy a new lightbulb
or for God to invent a new kind 
of eyelash. a horse will soon be 
the first mammal on mars. everything is red
in the wrong light: glowing aching red.
cheese petals open like lotus. 
i am there with my whisk & my paring knife.
we keep waiting 
for a dad with dress shoes 
& black socks. we keep waiting for 
a pure white moon 
that spits down
like a search light on the sidewalk. 
in the meantime we should brainstorm
something lucrative. 
i can make candles
& you, you can watch me. you can tell me
how long the wick should be.
i'll make you one too, 
thread it down your throat
like a new vein. oh my candle. tell me
how you'd like to burn tonight. 
tell me the color waiting room
you'd like me to build you. whose hands 
are you wearing today. i stole a coal miner's hat
& now i am in charge of everything.
a stick of dynamite is ready
to plummet. we are waiting for 
a scared empty chasm.