When the mind comes to play hummingbird
Life’s little paranoia shivering in the window
Courting the shadows of life’s little secrets
The distance between insanity and Mars
Getting stoned of on my little cloud
Tracing the geometry of the wind-saw
Counting to zero that never arrives
With ghosts in my heads machinery
The Rorschach ticking mallow bars
Building a cathedral to my gods
With matchsticks and kindling…
Counting, this little piggy went dark










