There Are Too Many Birds

Ravens on the lawn Gather in the yard You lived in the yard with the canted arm And the funny thing: You made a mess and they made a home

Birds are in the sleeves making modern motifs Birds are little words coming through your teeth And broken wings They'll make a mess, and I'll make them home

Sun's always sunny when my baby's gone But lately just boils when you leave

You leave here when it's cold So here is not a home If it's the same thing back and forth It's just a palindrome Such and odd thing to do Coo-coo coo-coo

Sun's always sunny when the baby's gone But lately just boils when you leave