Desert black birds caw
The hellish summer / outside
Loud thin malnourished looking
Sin city birds / squawks & screaming sirens
Outside in the cooking heat
Our global warming...

They have an intelligence To them
Don’t you think?
Those things outside, look inside
Their pitch beady eyes,
Inside they’ll see us coming
Little black flyers thinly quilled,
Scrawny birds,
Looking as though dipped in
The Valdez spill...

Yes, we have met before
Steel of will
The blackness of a desert / cooler at night.
Don’t get those birds all angry, aight?
They have a keenness to them
Little black buggers
Outside in the heat of Cruel summers...

Beach ****** cohorts, march boulevards,
Steel willed from the heart, Love’s wounds
Spilled sprawled out...
Homeless haberdasheries
At home to roam, For some unknown,
Reasons they lie / outside /
Who let them inside ?
Fly black birds, fly!

(None shall suffer alone.)