tHe BlueBirDs BitE

With the bulwarks deep in the swell
The Captain raged and yelled
The crew kept their eyes on the riverbank
While the ship rattled and sank

Down, down below…
the riverbed we go

I hope you find your mother there
and your lover and your notebook
and those nights you never went to sleep
and days spent never shutting up

Snow piles on the toolshed the color of cream
while you sit alone in the kitchen window
involved in a gently diminishing dream
staring at your face in the back of a spoon
and that can’t be good for your self-esteem

bulging nose and imploding forehead
gray-whisked chin and two ears that scream
Eyes scrunched into two little blisters
While the teapot hisses and spits up steam

This fogginess is terrible on your complexion

Awful for your nightmares

The night mares running unsaddled
And pure into the midnight mist
And the cliffs jagged and steep and unseen
So pure in their deadly drop

Awful for shutting up

Sonar signals don’t get picked up
Down here in the deep
The radar doesn’t do us any good
Drowning in our sleep

The waters a-chopped
with foam and electronic flotsam
our personalities floating a-lost
in the vast space of air and emptiness
stored in pictures that lie
bouncing on waves bewitching
and nauseating.

Drifting into shores untrampled
and trampling them

The tiger hisses like a snake

The suffering city is blanketed gray…

If you cradle me like a baby
I’ll fall sleep and dream I’m safe.

The peaches all dropped from the tree
and are rotten on the ground,
but aren’t they still beautiful?
Beautifully eaten by worms?

How can you sing so lovely
with that iron lung?

I don’t know.

I know. I don’t. I can’t.

How can you exist so fine
made of such decay?

I don’t.

The Bluebirds’ big bite
and tired, yellow eyes.
Everyday, every daisy,
Tying our ties.
and rolling up our sleeves.
Makes me long to stay, but
we’re just here for a visit
Single passengers on this vessel
of grief.

I swim…

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3 thoughts on “tHe BlueBirDs BitE

  1. Hello, how are you?

    you are invited to join our potluck week 12 at Jingle Poetry : http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/

    Write a poem fitting our week 12 theme (Nature, Plants, Creations & The Cosmos), post it, and link in to our potluck, you are also allowed to link in unrelated poems. we are open Sunday, 8pm, American central time.

    We value your contribution on previous weeks, Hope to see you in.

    Let me know if you have questions.

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