Dec 2022
there's a songbird
that sits outside
and it sings to me
when in light
when it's
dark
sings to me about a
world outside
children playing
in the warm sun
winters that come
and go
amusement parks
offices and nightclubs
of rain, concrete
and autumn
and it sings to me
when in light
when it's
dark
sings to me about a
world herein
of old photographs
covered in dusk
written letters to
no one
cigarettes
whiskey
coffee
of wilderness
in decay
for an existence
in decline;
it hears not that
i do not speak
it sees not that
i am not happy
it cares not that
i am tired
it only knows
how to sing.
