Eat

Eat the morning, those blue-grey monsters in the sky
The shaky leaves tremble at the thought of You, out there
Eating away at the perimeters, sucking in the daylight
Eyeing people in windows, wondering how they might taste

The texture of brick, and concrete, and asphalt, and metal
But mostly that mellow wide-open sky where the monsters cower
Cotton-candy fluff won't satisfy such a voracious appetite
But the world looks better without a sky, and now you can move on

The stars are invisible against a blank sky, go inside and drink beer
Until you begin throwing furniture through windows and
Howling your loss like an idiot banshee too late for warning
And wonder why you'd do such a thing as to eat the sky