I'm a disabled villain on the prowl
Grasping for any fleeting thought or vision
Stiff limbs flailing
Trapped in the folds of a brain
I dreamed that the cicadas would bring forth some verses
But they remain dormant somewhere beneath my feet
Stifling a love song
They are not yet ready to die
Vultures feast in the middle of a country road
Pause when I pull up-guarding their meal
Squirrels spring across the treetops
Flying ahead, they escape to the state line
The road dissolves behind me
The earth blackens under a new moon
I return home empty handed
Grasping for any fleeting thought or vision
Stiff limbs flailing
Trapped in the folds of a brain
I dreamed that the cicadas would bring forth some verses
But they remain dormant somewhere beneath my feet
Stifling a love song
They are not yet ready to die
Vultures feast in the middle of a country road
Pause when I pull up-guarding their meal
Squirrels spring across the treetops
Flying ahead, they escape to the state line
The road dissolves behind me
The earth blackens under a new moon
I return home empty handed