Early Bird

I am awake with the clatter! of a gull

The web of its feet drum-drumming, sticky

on the dome of my poor roof

And my skull is a stricken tuning fork

Jangled by the shriek and beak of a demon

Tap-tapping to the root of a pile-driven amygdala.

Here is the sniper crack, herald of discord

And my sorry head is too big and heavy in this trench.

Here is the pained scrape of a dinosaur eating trash

Here is the yap and yowl of an overwrought dog

It is all at once furious, spooked and confused.

Oh, I can relate, you little bastard.