I am a blue bird exploding in a million bright beautiful colors and shades,
smooth spinning shapes.
Father always told me I was meant to take breeze beneath my wings and fly,  But all I want to do is roll around in the dirt;
***** dirt and I.   and I.   ||  the dirt, ***** dirt and I.   and   I.

Soothing bird songs, winds whisper along    In harmony you and I.   you and I.

I am a blue bird exploding not just in color, but in figure and scope.
On the next full moon I will pluck out of the sky and own
Every shimmering star, dreary dream, and hopeless hope.
I refuse to flap my wings like a feathery fool,
I'll keep my feet on the ground and my tail on a barstool.
Tapping talons to some beat, snapping and squawking at every fair fowl I meet.

Soothing bird songs, winds whistle along  
To every fair fowl face I greet, my hollow heart flutters, it fleets.

I am a blue bird eroding at all angles and ascensions;
savoring  such subtle and slithering sensations.
Wait for whipping winds to walk tenderly up my spine;
smelling the flowers, taking
its time
Pedals explode to expose
Ivy Iced Irises in fold
Within each bursting blossom I am swallowed
to sink in sublime.

Soothing bird songs, winds whirling strong

I am a blue bird eroding from outside and In.
The spectrum slid away--in this heavy blue I've hidden.
Praying for the pull of a pulsing red wind.
Please fill the hollow bones holding up my skin.
To lift my wings at long last and rescind.