Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Stained Glass

I have a hummingbird heartbeat
That’s all it is
When I was born my mother said
It was just beating so fast
When they laid me on her chest
Never mind the speed
I just don’t sleep
Because I love the moonlight
I’m an artist, you
Understand, of course.

I drift away to sleep
Slowly
On my sponsor’s couch
I remember the story my mother told me
Of how I was alone for the first few minutes of my life
Because they ran so many tests on me
And I remember how fast
I used to be able
To think of the most beautiful lies
While I watch the moonlight
Reflect through his stained glass
Hummingbird