Weeks in the woods
Running from the floods
Endless winters
Sick with the splinters
Sticky with sap
Handle the hacks
Fill the fountain for the beginners
I’ll be the saint
I’ll be the sinner
Icy clear from here
Meet em for dinner
When the wolves are howling
Hungers growling
Growing rowing
Further for her fur sure
Further for her fer sure
Ear worms and centepedes
Shattered chandelier centerpiece
See me swinging?
My ears are ringing
Sounds sweet as candy
Merry go round
Dizzy and dandy
Chasing my tail
Zeroing in on my landing
Everyone’s busy planting planning
Pines stay standing
Outlasting seasons and gravity
They cover me
Can’t see up above
Everyone’s hovering
So I keep shoveling
Chain gain groveling
Can’t run from this cage
Brought my ******* to this stage