Glass blue birds stitch themselves across my mouth
Catching, capturing, carrying by breath
They cause a tangled nature in my words
Attack the paper forming an anarchy of sentences
Apotheosizing my breath into iambic speech
Of dreams invaded by frantically malign illusions
Chanting, chanting, chanting, chanting, chanting
A form of salacious incantation
That fills me with a need a need
Like a rats craving for poison
Compulsive, irrational and destructive
And here I sit in the complicitious confines of my bedroom
While a cold wind frisks the streets