Jerry, Stuck on a Kite

Wise men are dying
and developing bubbles on their stomachs.

Fools bleed
and laugh a confident cry.

Birds sleep while flowers grow
and a walk through intimidation
tells all a tale of ego.

Chuggin’ through a day
finding ourselves in idle again, the next.

Open a window, but never one off the street,
I wanna sleep.

(originally written summer of 1994 ?)