Thursday, February 15, 2024

Feb 14

it rained all night 
now there is so much 
real or mechanical bird song
spiral in my arms 
if we could just be here
my wires pulsing 
real or mechanical birdsong 
I’m older but younger now
I wish that for everyone
I shower in the morning and use both 
the dove and the rose spray
and the musk 
both real and unreal scented 
bionic eye disks to see the mountains 
seeing the mountains keeps me sane
just coffee and silver cigarettes before noon
just 15 minutes of sunshine
but the fields billow and the real
or mechanical birds sing
the mosquito hawks propagate
rising up from the grass at me in pairs
floating through the chain link