I. Spit; or, a Bite Mark in the Shape of the Sunflower State
A recurring dream intrudes
Shit-faced on the nightly news
I'm sure of this as I'm of you
Spit will mend the bruise
Our life flashed before my eyes
Aerial toll-house and I
Caught a glimpse, Heaven says hi
Spit will mend the bruise
Bite, a Sunflower State scar
Wait, plays by the Secret Stars
To reach such heights, to drop so far
Spit will mend the bruise