It was the splatter of liquid on my face that woke me. Shitty-quality beer, with a taste of loam. Awareness returned as it puddled beneath me, where the tree roots grew against my back. Feet on the ... [+]
Have you met the bird at the end of the rainbow?
I heard it gives great advice.
Every problem you could ever
Have must look so small from the sky;
Or even on the ground filtered
Through prismatic light.
I heard
It will swallow your problems whole.
I wonder what makes a bird so wise,
Perhaps its black, beady eyes?
Black is the color of
Everything from a matter of perspective
Seems like a worm.
I heard it gives great advice.
Every problem you could ever
Have must look so small from the sky;
Or even on the ground filtered
Through prismatic light.
I heard
It will swallow your problems whole.
I wonder what makes a bird so wise,
Perhaps its black, beady eyes?
Black is the color of
Everything from a matter of perspective
Seems like a worm.