glacier birdsWhen there is no glass, he sculpts
his birds out of ice. When there
is no ice, he spawns parasites
with see-through abdomens.
they could carry tap water, but instead they choose
to multiply by falling from shelves a few times.
You'd think their host would be someone who
doesn't watch his step. You'd think they'd have
the chance to evolve shatter proof, but they're still
trying to evolve an exoskeleton over their intentions.
They want to dissemble symbiosis from every nook and niche.
They're running out of survivor traits.
But the sculptor still awakens them
from their lifelessness once his birds
have gone and evaporated for the summer.
It's a cruel migration. The sun is never waiting for them.
One day, they just wake up and they haven't woken up.
The sculptor's reflection disappears into their graves
and then emerges. Everything he touches breaks.
He gave his spare change to the gutter and sits
on the streets prying second chances out of pockets.
He meditates in alleyways and says, "Th
Leaves burn to cinders
To sate an addiction
Ashes to be flicked off a cylinder,
Then to fall to the ground and be blown away
By a whimsical wind.
Who would weep for the tobacco leaves?
They who are birthed in a flourish of green to flower and seed,
Torn off, desiccated, and packed in the pulp of trees,
Then consumed in the flames of avarice
Let them take the airs away.
Do not forget,
They are of the Nightshade!
The collies have grown complacent
Their shepherd has gone to fat
His crook lost ages ago...
They play with the sheep,
But lead them nowhere.
They bark and snarl and nip at the heels,
And never allow old wounds to heal
The sheep are left emaciated and weak,
As the wolves gather upwind
Crouching low on yonder hill.
They will bite the throat of the man that feeds
And leave tamed beasts to the wild.
Teenaged Johnny has his father's gun,
Through vicarious lenses electronic he sees the world,
With no idea what is outside his hometown,
He will end his life befor