bluebird courting
on each branch he bobs
up and
down

in the way a little bird collects
sticks and shiny things
I've been collecting anything I see
that might make you smile
I love to think that I could be,
even in a small way,
part of your joy
sneaking my love to you between chirps
stick by stick

The bird flew,
The bird fall.
What’s happened to her?
Did it break a wing?
The bird flew,
The bird was tired,
The bird fall.
Bad luck is the thing.
No bread crumb,
No clear sky…
It’s all gone for her.
Such is the fate.
The bird flew,
The bird fall.
The bird is gone.
That is the end.

If only I could fly
Above the clouds
In the sky
No rain or storm to stop me
Just one goal to be
Existing
It’s the most important thing
Trusting on the feathers of my wing
They take me to the end of the rainbow
North, East, South, West
High or low
I’ll have to cross a thousand seas
To show what its worth
And achieve
Existence

A beautiful, poised predator stalks
Composed with a mask of elegance
Secretly, it wants to mock

It waits waits waits for a helpless victim
It finally attacks, the mask momentarily gone
If only the others could see this rabid dog

But, no, the mask returns
The world resumes
And nobody has any concerns

I used to fly
Free as a bird
With no fear of falling

But now I am bound by chains
I have plunged into eternal captivity
Held prisoner by my own mind

The overgrown fetus does not shiver here.
Splayed like a downed bird
head under brittle arms, one eye open to
nothing. Do you see your birthright in the darkness
Dove? Do you swoop in
my wake as you sleep? Yes, dream
your keen searching stare
and your downy talons on my back
parting skin like clouds.
Still you crack and pool
and putrefy on unyielding stone
for wrath is silent without air.