smoke pourin' out of his mouth
a fuckin' chimney puff of smoke comin' out of his mouth
he's holdin' the handle of a brush just like a baby
just like a baby yellow bird just like his handle
just like the baby yellow bird outside my window
his hand is wrapped around the bird and he is naked
he is dancing round the bird and he is smiling
he is moving around the bird and he is slapping the body of the bird onto the wall of the basement
the basement wall is covered now with slimy yellow bird
and he's still smokin' like a train that passes by and doesn't notice
he is beating up the bird and he is smiling like the sun
he is cackling like my cat that used to cackle at the birds
at all the yellow fucking birds that used to pass us right on by
he dances naked round the bird
the bird that's smashed now on the wall
i see him naked through the window
through the window on the wall
his face is fuckin' nasty and his fingers turning gold
with the feathers of the bird that are sticking to his tongue
this naked man keeps dancing to the beat of that dead bird
he doesn't notice was he's doing what he's done or even me outside the window watching him in there with it
with a beat born from a bird
from a small and yellow bird
from a bird that used to move to the beat of flap and fly
to the beat of sky and somewhere
somewhere far away from this
some place far away from feathers being eaten by his tongue
somewhere far removed from yellow being smothered on the wall