It smells like poison in the crowing morning
Its 4am and bleeding orange on blankets
I woke myself to save the thought or morning
The bee of blacking bark and non electric
I'm shivering in spite of middle summer
The cabin's wood panels eat the runner
They cut at the access to my heated water
And brought a summons to my front door
I've been away for half a year on kill
And now I'm back and everything is spiders
I'm in too deep to leave the things that is
And there is no one left that needs it more
I'll do whatever, light myself on fire
I'll choke myself with every kind of wire
I'll FUCKIN dance while I am dying out

Slow down. Bees

Strangers in a cradle on my front lawn
Working on a Monday rarely happens now
My hair is losing color but I'm stronger now
My cheekbone is wiping up the tile floor
I am still a stubborn elk of noisy pastures
I create the meat that you are eating after
But I do what I can do and not afford
So I grab my dirt and try to cling to more
Becoming what a tribal humans s'posed-to is
Against what every grown man would say this is

Light Me on fire in my FUCKING sleep