Dry Your Eyes On The Wind

Grateful Dead: Bird Song...8/27/72

at night the day is constantly woken up
by exploding dream objects
until our days are tired
and collapse on our hearts like loud
zippers breaking in the middle.
i sleep in the daytime with my head on the piano.
i sleep at night too standing on the roof.
i sleep all the sleep that is given me plus
the sleep of those who can't sleep and the sleep
of great animals who lie wounded
and unable to sleep.
i'm dead tired from the work everyone does
ceaselessly around me, from the work the morning
crowds are going to do after they are thrown up
by the thousand mouths of toast and cologne
into the buses and subways,
from the work the plants do to get water
from the labors of beasts looking for meat
from the labors of speaking replying writing
from the work going on inside me with a million
greedy cells beating the shit out of each other
from the work of the sun turning around
and the earth turning around it.
i'm tired in general and sleepy in particular.
i have a great desire to move elsewhere.

--andrei codrescu

SOUTH RIM FROM O/NEILL BUTTE
RAINBOW ABOVE HERMIT GORGE
KATHLEENS NIPPLE OUTSIDE CLEAR CREEK CANYON
ELVIS SIGHTING WITH BRAHMA AND ZOROASTER TEMPLES