looking at
                 sparrows
building a nest,
and all their jitters,
insect like,
   crows,
by comparison
   actually want
hands
as opposed to wings,
given their meticulous
strut... pompous *******...
   saying:
          i own this earth.
sparrows?
        insect fusion,
they don't walk,
they hop...
     and they have
this nervous twitch...
kangaroos on wings...
hopping all day long...
and then?
a conversation with
my neighbour's dog...
     woof!
            roof!
                    woof!
         woof!
                   roof!
zoë, what is it?
    woof!
     roof?!
           (it's) woo effing ****
        head!
   roof then?
             no! woof!
where's the wolf?
         i meant you're being
aloof!
    roof?!
         no...
                    woof!
raul the conquistador?
     woof!
                          roof?!
reduce the worth of articulate
wording
    to an onomatopoeia,
   barking alongside a dog,
**** me...
                that's a carousel;
and all around me?
    inhibited people...
     the supposed
             serious "thinkers*...
scared to take to a whistle...
            me?
                         i start barking
alongside my neighbour's
dog's concerto.