happy songs are great for dancing but how come i only trust the sad ones

last night
i knelt on a grassy slope
and an angel was speaking to me
but i wasn't listening
i got up halfway
and went to bed

and ignoring all the signs
i stared straight into the sun
with a smile as white as ash
i descended into that infernal jubilee

in the park where i was buried
i spun around chasing
my tail
and knocked your good
intentions to the ground

and then you were dressed
like a cluster of graves
as i circled the kitchen
table
like a wounded animal
pacing its cage