You carry the coins

They are floating about in mid air
And some even float up to the sky
We breathe them in and yet noting happens
Until Jane falls dead and they sprout in her ear
They take over her hands and lift them of their own free will
Jane was fast asleep when I left her
Now she is awake and exploding
Spreading her soul to the heavens and the earth
They steal my bread and steal my socks and shoes
I should wear a mask for sure
My body will soon die
At the foot of my bed
With a bottle of wine stuck to my hand
I’m never getting up from here
I’m never getting up from here
I listen to the treetops shake
Cold and afraid
One day they will all come crashing down
On my two story apartment
Dear god, beat them to the punch
Beat me into lunch
And let me survive another day here
With at least a single thought in my head
“Bend right over and shake” say the squirrels to the bush
They are just outside my windows
As the water slowly rises to drown us all
And together
Together we sleep
Good night will come, as it always does