After Too Much Rye the Night Before
Julie Cameron Gray
The headache cracks open with birdsong,
the pain rifles through the fields of my mind
with bells on. Blackbirds summon
the sun, tapping out morse code
to declare my mind feverish,
wanting, foolish, thorned
and full of noise. Now a crow
taps at the window, he taps.
Dark sentinel visiting
with the news of the day –
That everything is greater
than what I am doing with my life,
and the doors of each dream bang shut
one by one through the corridor of the mind.