Get up to sit-up

6:08 AM bird peeps
from meadows of
fire --
a crow's lament --
six-inch nails
and crossbar,
get off of it
and backstroke --
croak, you frog
forever and anon
the quotidian nightmare
the brown chair
Europe,
Mars,
bubblegum cigars
the beautiful uselessness of
sun rise and
set,
like a trust fund baby
among the stiffs,
driven-in
head-first.