New Ornithology

I heard a song
A song so strong
It set the choir in me free
Like pure morphine
Or the winds of Kansas City over me
And slow I slide
Into a dream
And it curled around my lungs
And set me singing
Like a little bird in spring
Like a little bird in spring
It started in my feet
Then took my blood
And wound up
In my brain
As if a radio played fever
Back to back
Among the static in my dreams
And slow I dive
Into a deeper sea
While I was juggling cannonballs
Everyone would catch them at my feet
They’d catch them at my feet
How high the moon
Sailing over me
How high the moon
Sailing over me
While they sleep
At night I roam
The subways deep
And from above
A siren rings
My hunger sweeps
A path for me
So long I roam so long
So long I roam so long