Tunnel of Goats

The river gone, so why go on?

And the sun dissolves like [an August? a mongoose?!]

No [offence?] to the hummingbirds

No reward from the sun

Hornet, wasp, or hover-firefly

Even the birds have their lullaby

All hummingbirds must die

Do you believe in debts?

Are you ??? some [ghosts? guests?]?

I want to [believe?]

It's a certainty of animals

I want to go among the [birds?]

I will smoke across an ocean, a lagoon of fish

For fly with suicide's-eye birds

I'm so tired of the [seasons?] and the breeze and the river

??? wasps [pollinating sores? pollen and mutating exhaust?]

And their altered states of [merriment?]

Want to go under ???

I want you and I need you but I can't find you

I'm allergic to disease

And Christ on a bike with carpet burns keeps falling to his knees

And when I reach the station in the heaven of glass

I'll say a little prayer for you

Then I'll cut off the heads of the birds that fly

All hummingbirds must die

All hummingbirds must die

There is no wrong, so why go on?

There is no wrong, so we go on