don't ever read too deep into these words
little more than fractured thoughts
trying to be heard
much closer to **** talk
than Shakespeare
never thought I would be found here
yelling at the birds as they fly away
missed the beginning
now it's the end of the day
and I never found my way
running backwards
slipped like a cartoon character
banana peels at the top of the stairs
back flip over the banister
now I lay here broken
broken , snapped neck
never got a chance to hear
you say, those
sweet whispers of validation
honey what you are doing is okay
so wrap me up in bandages
just free up my hands
so I can keep writing
these letters
these messages
sounding new with alliteration
a crass playwright takes the stage
playing all the characters
because in the end we
are mostly the same
going about life in so many ways
and who's to say who's been broken
and what's to fix
tell me is it the right time to bother with this
sing song bird songs
it's been too long
words melding, melting
soliloquies that would
drop you to your knees
if only I could find the right words
but nothing fits into the crossword
I'm puzzled, thoughts are muddled
and like the birds
and like the birds
and like the birds
my thoughts keep flying away
and here I'm stuck at the end of the day
yelling at empty trees with nothing to say
avian metaphors sit comfortably
in a room with floral and fauna decor
now let's touch on a subject
that is known to be sore
the systematic alienation
of unlike minds
it is unwise to change the factors
until we find the right equation
time is off the essence
meaningful minutes
wasted away on decadence
the universe is suspended in
the gin of a martini glass
thrown back, splash
against the gullet
of a brass statue
adorned with the rarest of jewels
so tell me now who's the fool
the man with feet planted
firmly to the ground or
the bird with wind under it's wings
and head in the clouds