Cracks creep
Snakes on the wall
Into the darkest patches
Where the light fails

From my bed, I can see
The shadows of the lizards
And the damp
In the trees

I can see the corners of the bed posts
And the humming of wasps
They have a nest near by
Fierce

I can taste the corners of the world
From my bed
I can feel the cracks
Creeping

I can hate the very deepest darkest split
In the paint
And vow to get it fixed
Someday

Or I could sleep
But that’s no good when there’s
Dirt on your shoes
And there’re no flowers this time of the year

I can see around corners
From my bed
But the snakes creep higher
And the trees become damper
And the sky sinks down down deep in the ground

And it comes back up, around all the corners
Clutching diamonds.