No Angel

Every midnight
At the crack of dawn
My rooster yelps

There’s a monkey
On my back
And a donkey
On his ass

I suspend
My belief
In gravity

Still I rise
Bound to fall

I ride my high horse
To the kitchen
For a bag of crumbs
And a sip of thirst

He draws me a bubble bath
Tells me I’m no angel
I’m a bird of prey
In a house that rattles

All I want is relief
From the burden
Of being me

All I want is a ceiling
On the floor
To rest my wings