Birds

I dress like a tree

In the winter I'm bare

You dance like I breathe

Always choking on air

Can't make a play

You're falling apart

I'm calling you out

There's bugs on the moon

There's fish in the clouds

There's birds in the ground

There's rocks in my mouth

All the girls getting naked and shaking it out

I'm knocking

I'm hustling

I'm shutting it down

I hear the birds sing

Like your telephone rings

You'd be propping me up if you cared about things

I know its collapsing because nothing repeats

Black Jesus