Awake like idiot roosters, the newspapers moo. Like rugs against poles hearts beat but only the fingertips bruise. Gravel chips teeth on the way out, the waking cough carves a groove, paves the throat like a road like a turnoff, not one word that arrives can get through. Sad to say Alaska just got colder, traded in an i for a y. The biggest state could not contain her, R.I.P. J-y-l-l goodbye. It's hard to point out the blue part of the sky, never one to warm to peddling the broken to the blind. Now rifles tilt at the angles of a sextant, not one shot ever fired could change her mind. Sad to say Alaska just got colder, sorrow cheapened once more as just a means to cry. The biggest state could not contain her R.I.P. J-y-l-l goodbye.