Dog Science

On the ground
The crows are eating the wasps
And the wasps are dying in the mouths of the crows
On the ground
At sunrise

Kellogg's diner is under new management
My brain is splattered on my wall
Regurgitates a dirty blonde caramel syrup

My friend Leora sings up a girl and boy trading spirits
Spirits trading behind the tire swing
Levitating over basement cocaine nightmare metamorphosis
Fashion Avenue diva
With the navel tequila

Energetic vitriol
Vitriolic robin stricken by the space between life and death
And sometimes

I wanna live on the ground
Where the crows are eating the wasps
And the wasps are dying in the mouths of the crows
On the ground
At sunrise

Today
Greenwood Cemetery's anesthetized pigeons mourn in E Mixolydian overcast
Over the extermination of a rat infestation in Brooklyn

Yes, you've gotta see it to believe it
It's a strip mall infestation in Brooklyn
And now that Brooklyn is a strip mall
Let's watch the live execution of Brooklyn
On television
In flannel
On the Execution Channel

Now I wanna be my dog
But sometimes

I wanna be a tree
On the ground
Where the crows are eating the wasps
And the wasps are dying in the mouths of the crows
On the ground
It's sunrise

I know what you're trying to do
I see through the smoke and mirrors
And I see through you
I know what you're planning to do

I don't know why
With your wide open window
And your wild spinning mind
In the presence of the moon

I have a murder of crows living in the attic of my head
Swallowing your venom
And your venom will return to your head
On the ground
At sunrise