Ain't a soul of us, without dark spots.
Not lacking
In don't's
That have been done,
In rues
Of arson -
Like
Matters
That, simply,
Will not go
Away.
--
Today,
I asked
A sweet birdy -
Just once-
If he would
Sing
'Til my
Dumb heavings
Shut up.
To hear how I
So needed
Him to say
Something beaming -
Something
That would melt ice
That had begun
Its branding -
Ignorant,
It went on,
Pecking rocks
At my toes.
So, I stapled
My bad day
To its back.
Head hot, in
Black heat,
Quick,
Shufflings of feet,
Sent the birdy
On its
Forced agenda.
Then, I saw
That sweet birdy
Get snatched,
By a beast
Thrice rabid,
On its way
To attempt such a feat.
Dry sickles
Burned my throat -
Some ugly and sad -
With broad cries
That never met
Words.
Though,
The sickles rose far,
Burned that ice
Into scars -
So, I guess,
The bird did away
With my blizzard.
Jul 31, 2011
Jul 31, 2011 at 8:12 PM UTC
Ain't a soul of us, without dark spots.
Not lacking
In don't's
That have been done,
In rues
Of arson -
Like
Matters
That, simply,
Will not go
Away.
--
Today,
I asked
A sweet birdy -
Just once-
If he would
Sing
'Til my
Dumb heavings
Shut up.
To hear how I
So needed
Him to say
Something beaming -
Something
That would melt ice
That had begun
Its branding -
Ignorant,
It went on,
Pecking rocks
At my toes.
So, I stapled
My bad day
To its back.
Head hot, in
Black heat,
Quick,
Shufflings of feet,
Sent the birdy
On its
Forced agenda.
Then, I saw
That sweet birdy
Get snatched,
By a beast
Thrice rabid,
On its way
To attempt such a feat.
Dry sickles
Burned my throat -
Some ugly and sad -
With broad cries
That never met
Words.
Though,
The sickles rose far,
Burned that ice
Into scars -
So, I guess,
The bird did away
With my blizzard.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
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