Cicada Song

I woke up from a fever

I was flying down the highway on a Greyhound bus

Feeling like a fly on a ribbon, breathing recycled air

I woke up from a nightmare

I was standing in a gas station parking lot, listening to the cicadas humming away another day

I was up to my waist in the grave, in a tangle at the bottom of a bag

I was crawling through the wires and the glass, trying to make my way through all that dead space

Then I was staring out upon the great divide, with acid tears in my eyes

All full of shadows and holes, trying hard just to let in a little light

I woke up from a bad thought