Wednesday, June 3, 2009

After the Birds

Making like pigeons
I am eating 
cigarette butts
bathing now in
public fountains

My feathers have
been ruffled
It's just enough 
to try and strut

I'm at the point
of attacking my 
reflection in
3rd floor windows
clutching the sills
hereafter slipping
to try and find
some elevation

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