poem of the day 02.18.10

two birds fucking

i’m just walking down the street
minding my own business

i’m listening to the drive-by truckers
wishing that i didn’t blow most of my paycheck on booze
because i’d like some more drive-by truckers albums

i see this gaggle of birds
falling out of the ice and snow of a frozen bush

there is one limping on the pavement

it’s left wing low to the ground
the right one high in the air

it looks like a swastika

someone must’ve fucked that bird up badly

i see two heads dead center in the thing
then i realize
that’s two birds fucking right there on the pavement
while i’m walking to work
listening to the drive-by truckers

those two birds are giving it to each other
while the other ones fly around chirping

maybe they are waiting their turn

a veritable bird gang bang right here on bay ridge parkway

i leave them
i continue on
i don’t know why but i’m glad i saw something
like that on the street

it took the taste of stale coffee out of my mouth
it tamed the hunger in my belly

such carnality

it made me feel alive
like nothing else did that morning