Worms

There was a time

If he messed up

You’d've been mine…

It’s getting

Cold back home

Didn’t want to hear

So now sings the crow

I see you’re flying

In Kite formations

Singing songs

Stayed in state

Knocking down

My forgotten nest

Didn’t miss it

It’s compost anyway

So tie your hair up…

I let black wings drop…

Fade this town…

…Your house…

…It gets smaller…

So this time

I’ll warm my eggs

Just enough to

Keep it vague

Let your hair

Move with static

Cutting up

The placid air

These are worms worth rising…

So tie loose ends down…

Or let evaporate…

Fade this town…

…These worms…

…Keep rising…

(I keep your Anti-Ansel-esque

Self portrait

Hidden in a lock of

Things to be thrown out.)