Clarinet Dreams

There’s a J-Bird in my hand Feels just like a gun So comfortable I might kill someone Feathers come to dust I walk sideways Down the hall Monkey brown And baby *****green Nothing sane about me Take your time Before you speak I’m on my way to jail Blue Jays and colored grass Is all I have left Speckled eggs And rabbit holes Will have to hold you Till the band comes home A carnival dream And a canary hat My banjo on my knee Look under the bed And read the book It tells the story Of a man who’s dead Never loved a single thing But his death and clarinet dreams.