Friday, April 04, 2014

Vitamin A(sshole)

the machine is gone
now you want to talk turkey
may be too late, babe

the vacuum goes here
the needle beneath the wing
draining will be quick

I can't help but feel
that none of these birds will fly
their insides so dry

rather than take air
we can duck beneath them, babe
illusions of flight

so we lie in bed
the comforter above us
dried birds topping it

this is day, and night
desiccation preempted
freeze dried thanksgivings

When the machine is gone, we are empty. We are birds, babe.

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