woodworms came calling,
left a cruel mark on me.
thoughts tumble fast now
through holes i don't see.
woodpeckers woodpeckers
you're just the same,
picking and pecking
at all but my name

chase the bunny down
the tunnel,
and a dead end you will find,
a labyrinth in reflection
of my gnarled and rotten mind.

woodworms, oh, woodworms
each hole is a door
you're boring is futile
i'm bothered no more.
woodpeckers, woodpeckers
you're picking is done,
i'm at the last door and
soon, i'll be gone

into the cavern of nothing
behind, and out to the
wilderness, to where i 'll unwind.

helicopters fall from a maple tree
there in the middle, smiling, is me.