Birds perching on the clothes line.
T-shirts in a hanging,
Their arms flailing,
In a rollercoaster of the wind.
A bird sat on a shirt,
Then flew with his bird-bo,
Leaving a stain of *** or poo, or something,
Where my heart used to be.
The cell tower nearby
Had a stork nest above it.
On every sun bleeding at the set,
The stork return home for his family.
The pigeons applauded the man on the roof,
As if he was in a play, reading a play.
Basil planted on an unused plastic bath bowl,
Waiting each day, for the stork to return.
Pins perching on the clothes line.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 10:21 AM UTC
Birds perching on the clothes line.
T-shirts in a hanging,
Their arms flailing,
In a rollercoaster of the wind.
A bird sat on a shirt,
Then flew with his bird-bo,
Leaving a stain of *** or poo, or something,
Where my heart used to be.
The cell tower nearby
Had a stork nest above it.
On every sun bleeding at the set,
The stork return home for his family.
The pigeons applauded the man on the roof,
As if he was in a play, reading a play.
Basil planted on an unused plastic bath bowl,
Waiting each day, for the stork to return.
Pins perching on the clothes line.