Up with the birds
Quarter gone and half-dead
Awake and worn through
Soul shot full of holes
One step removed from
Corporeal
It's loud
Up in these clouds
The fowl are proud
Making nests of our thorny halos
The hummingbird in my breast
Suspended in my death
Upending my quest
To get ever higher
I'm no nirvana frequent flyer
My rejection of his word
The god of all birds
A craw full of blasphemy
That's what landed me
In flock-marked clouds
Up with the birds
Quarter gone and half-dead
Insomnia afterlife
