birds
so many of them outside
the window
that i cannot hear the music
birds
driving the cats mad as they sit
on dirty window sills meowing
as i sit here finally
without a hangover
birds
i keep watching them to avoid
the poem and the short story
birds
my talent alludes me today
and i wonder if i had any to begin with
birds
you sing songs
and i’ve always felt like a fraud anyway
birds
i might as well join you
and learn how to chirp for my food
my art
and a piece of ass
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