“Pillows in Compound Eyes, Tulips Cost Extra”

Hummingbirds gulping out of my gaping head wound
 Gray matter mashed clumps pour onto the floor
 Making all the bitches like me swoon Spoke too soon Missed the proverbs exposed wires seek
 Small bones and nerves in my hands seem meek
 But that’s just shit the babbling creek said
 Bedsheets stained red that’s good luck even for the dead