run little walnut roll like the fire is your tail
spin little lyre bird you have function and a brain
can't you be the trident that pierces falling rain?
you could be a thunder clap that crashes mountains
you could be the thud of a kick drum
sleep like an ostrich
sleep like I imagine an ostrich sleeps
stand taller than that, be straighter and more upright
stand taller than a small man in a bar fight
curl and unfurl
be a boy or a girl
sleep in the belly of a cave
be frightful. behave.
be a raucous riotous grave
you too could be the sleeping wishes
found under the fingernails of the desperate and depraved
meanwhile the boys inside gut fishes and cry out for the waves.