It seems this week has taken to its own will
chased me down the hill into the prairie as it came close
to lunchtime
–the starving lads crying–
the whetstone ready
its hands skinning my lips,
for once I am glad
there are no feathers
anywhere close to my mouth
–at least I can keep my wings

Steel-wool clouds

The rain is milk,

Soggy cereal leaves,

Squish under my feet

Sausage leftover legs,

Soaked,

Coffee puddles and

Bones

Pitter patter

Fail,

Words make me

Rip em out,

chew too long,

Spit em out,

Give out,

Give in,

Disposal

Mind’s expression is

Poultry heart,

Self-cannibalism,

Genius’s passage

To the heart, costs,

Cuts-

Sacrifice.