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2008 December:

if im a bird
so are you,

only

because you chew
rocks, instead of sipping soup

strange winger with a tasty plate

ya, oui, si

little birdie
cracking like a hallway banjo

fancy clap

skipping with toys
and
all the other birds
are blue,
and so is the banjo,
that stringing web
like a mystery bowl of green beans,
just smiling at me without teeth
but
with
you,

why
are
you
here?

i'm not water, i'm a bird

sting me with ashtrays!

pluck out my crook


paint the tables legs, you!
capture
its
genitals!

or paint your armpits,
freshly shaved old stinkers
kinda like a
flower pot
with daisys
doing the D O N G L D O D I E
like a hitchhiker clown
just honking
through the forest
full of eyes
and
no coffins,

we manage to chip in to the pots and pans
and the spoons
and the bowls
and it would make Teresa laugh
and forget the unwanted apologies
like
showered stockings
dripping into strangers,
a braclet from amandas,
pens from a purse,
le petite souris
is up
my beak
and in
your heart
that bloody motor!
that hunk of greek!
that grey clock just tickin,
stand past the burgundy
betray the boot
sink
to
the
prickle proof
crack
around shelved painted flanel equations
that equal you and me
writing poetry
as birds
just
tapping like a morroco
singing high notes like
LA
LA
LA
LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
we are friendly and clever pieces of the alphabet
pink-blue-black-shoe
sylvia plath
cuckoo