Thursday, July 9, 2009

poem of the day 07.09.09

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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