nomad

can't breathe here
someone filled the fireplace
with five pounds of hair and feces
need a slap to the face
by something besides
some girl i don't know her name
sideways rain
keep talking
so i don't forget how again
another illegible entry
in the dream journal
head hurts again

another town,another time,another try
drawing battle lines
no more east side
the wild fucking west and it's mine

i saw a bird playing piano there
dancing across sharps and flats
as if from branch to branch
in the middle of the desert
with a great oasis on the horizon
the music of poetry
a symphony of shooting stars
my next destination
where they come from