Everywhere
The locust song
A larger Jeff Tweedy

Pausing for our jockeys
To brush our manes

Opening our eye slits

By the hearth we wait
For our urges to instruct
The next move

Quick trip is laughing at us
Pink drink expands
The rear view mirror

Rain drops turn to rasins

Diamonds are jokes
Falling from a truck
We dust them off
And put them in our pockets

There are many kids
In the sour patch
Looking for good homes

We pay extra for the head

No fighting in the car
No sex in the champagne room

Too much chicken
For one day

No dancing in the car
No money for nothing

I expected less

Or nothing less expected
Surprised