The Burrow King (A Bird's Lament)

The burrow king is more alive than others. A rabbit emerges from its burrow. It's a rabbit no more. A seabird emerges from its burrow and flys off. Off goes the seabird. Sparkles cover the sky and the heart is pure. (There are no victims in our minds.) The lady is petting my snow leopard. I tell her to move politely. She hears bells. I grab her by the ears and take her away. The sunshine is good on me. I am thinking like a baby again. And your soft skin is good. I bite it. Each bite, seabirds hatch. I want nothing to do with the eggshells. I dismember my old ways and watch seabirds pile up like beggars.

She floats

She severs her insecurities.

Joan Miró

Things beautifully falling. Miró. Take me on a journey across the sky. Everything I've ever known, everything I'll never know, the results are the same, both sad and magnificent. That's why I'm drinking. (and you are happy.) did you know I'm deaf? Of course you did. That's the reason I married you. Do you see what I see? It's all beautifully falling. And I was the instigator. And I'm first to go. (I hold her closely but do not breath her in for the fear of becoming like my father. She took photos of a dead skunk today on the way to school. I waited in the car as she took the photos. She smelled absolutely beautiful. And there are no lies. I have heard rumors of flight. Money. Pocket. How old are you? I'm thirty dirty. (Do not listen to the rhyme.) I clip her wings. I love her. I think I can fly. Do you? Worries have wings.