Cranberry Thicket

As the burning bush astral signals impale me all at once I climb Jacob's ladder before I plummet running from the siren song That billows beyond waterfalls and the journeyman's sighs Its unbearable lying among cranberry leaves the ivory cuts me to sheaths Beyond embryonic sheets I cry for a spiritual sleeve To wipe my jaundice tears I'm a derelict trespassing the backtrack on twilight throng I'm in a cranberry thicket where cherrywood dies before sundown wrong paddling among particles of saw-dust hay gulping mildew in cavernous outhouses just to sober up today Singing, rhapsodizing how you blew the whistle on my bluff About how I was the liar clinging to craggy rock and moss Its just the coyote blitzing the canyon and the raven in my cannon That remind me of the briars I use to dodge. Now I find comfort in their lodge. ...