red robin out on the green patch
behind WestCo three.
I am a brother to nature,
we love each others presence.
pluck your head in the ground,
looking for food.
show off your beautiful
orange belly,
dirtied grey wings,
while I listen to Polly
through my AirPods.
He stands just outside the trees’ shadows,
right on its fingertips,
half sun half moon.
and hasn’t moved for 3 songs,
and neither have I.

I feel like I have to keep writing
while he is here,
silent observers.
A man walks through.
He darts off into the branches.
I’ve been up here on my perch, the balcony,
he asks, “this is kind of embarrassing, but I’m homeless and I wonder if you’d have a dollar
to spare,”
I say, down, “sorry, I have no cash on me,”
he flys away.
How great to be on your perch,
and not have to
Stick your head back in the ground.

I just had to do it that way
I just had to do it that way

Because life is too short
Too not be beautiful

Made the playlist 4 songs long
Sang every lyric in the shower

While I washed my *****

I love that they can’t give me love
Because a lot of people don’t like to open up
I’m an open book
An easy place to unload an empty clip;
I get it now
We need stronger families and
Tighter grips
It’s easy to lose your mind in it.

We did away with the huts and
Created rooms
To segregate where the flowers bloom;
I want to see your hardships
On your ***** blacksmith apron,
I don’t find that “embarrassing”
I find that transcending
We’ve done it forever on our rocky shores.

Scrolling thru the poems
swear everyone's a *******
poet
line separation, bukowski
won't you know it
spitting the same shock value
hit
manufacture it rewrite
it for the formulaic hit
****

Maybe I'm just ******
None of my poems
Got a single hit
.

There's this interesting trait
Got it from my father
I can comment away with
beauty and grace
respect and order
but a little demon child
lights my feet on fire

Stand behind sophistication
It's an ego
hungry for validation

And as I spew these words
My mouth often can't catch
up before you know it
like laser beams from Cyclops' eyes
I've burned an image I'd wish to hide
Shades back on, I'm a cool guy