Early Bird Can you feel the way
there’s red poison driplets in your eyes,
they strain
like lemonade sifted as if fool’s gold
Can you feel that
old weariness in your shoulders,
they wilt
like they been carrying a bagpipe round all day and they tryin’ to cover your kilt
Can you tell your
mind can’t stay focused on any one thought,
it darts
the only peace you find
in a yawn,
cuz it’ll stretch your lazy lion heart
Can you still hear the alarm clock
ringing, ringing?
Have you forgotten the lady in your dream
sensuously singing?
Can you still extol the theory of the worm,
squirms spilling dirt and germs,
to which you have been clinging?