late new year s eve paper hat on your head it s hard to believe you ll ever be dead but that dream where you re falling you ve had since you re five is a bird on your shoulder who whispers goodbye evil knievel shot up from dead grass i loved him better each time he crashed liza minnelli spent a month in her bed certain that skylab would fall on her head one night i dreamed that i dug my own grave and climbed down inside to patiently wait down in the ground i breathed the warm air and blackbirds flew down to nest in my hair what is moving will be still what s been gathered will disperse what s been built up will collapse all your dreams fulfilled1