The Morning's Ribcage

There's a crack in infinity

The myths are all waking tonight

While the scarecrows sell cigarettes

To the crows that peck out their eyes

And if it's a dream you want

I'm getting tired, have mine

But it's time for me to go

Before the morning's ribcage shows

The streetlights will shatter as

The houses all march in a line

The buildings scrape holes in the

Cloud cover, making it cry

Let's take off our skin as we

Watch all the planets collide

But it's time for me to go

Before they bury me in snow

Let's wend down the interstate

And dance with the vultures at night

We'll cut all the heartstrings

With hooks and scissors and knives

We catalog the seasons

While marking down the day the sun dies

But it's time for me to go

Before they cover all the holes