Greetings You Nasty Nocturnal Daze

I got up early to throw a stone
at the crow in the hanging tree

dogs were braying, yelling bloody
hell at each other every hour

a wasp was in the living room
getting angry and very buzzy


I fell off my bike on the trails
dropped a burger in the coals

kissed your pink slippers goodbye
the ones with the little roses

getting smarter than you were stronger
the man with Richard Nixon power


it's at my fingertips, in my blood
or am I such a fragile thing

"hold your hands in front of you son
keep them up here in front of you"

no coach, I have to keep them down
around here and flinch you son of a


2011