Squirrel Flats Band

Lyrics

Reaching from night into daylight and back again;
I rise and wander the rooms,
exhausted, ghostlike.
Sleeping all the time is what I want.
Isn't that death?

Anxiety is practice for the dying song--
the cosmic concertina, breathing in, breathing out,
the end of the story, the denouement,
My death wish is normal for me

for me.
Splayed and pinned like a frog
on a sterile stainless table
where my heart is ripped apart, yet still beats
an endless tattoo,
until it stops.
We are all in the waiting room of God

where our name
is never called
until
it is.