A bird flew spastic indoors
Banging into walls
She left the front door open
And sensing the cold outside
The bird flew out
The insanity of a bird inside,
The contrary of a bird with boundaries
The end of January
More chilling their racism and piquant their hatred
Their jealousy that manifested into phone calls,
And subsequent delirium for infestations in apartment complexes
Their calls to vengeance and legacy born into vermin eulogies, if any
The fair lady, a detector
God or The Devil?
Or her love, dynamic and protective
And young and without better ideas, yet
On a Libran scale his greed
Greed goes up and something else goes down
He lined up all his beauty queens in the desert
We try to heal all Mr. Lover Boys wounds
Selvage the stud, the god, and mankind
She said to the persons at the Office of Pain and Suffering
To try to understand everything
To reach a point of understanding
So you have healing and a path to wisdom
The moment to moment knowledge
The lessons and the leaders
and the enlightenment that leads back to love
Untie and re-tie the experiences
Give yourself something positive to come back to
This muscle man
Has trailed gasoline
However, this muscle man belongs to us
And the birth ready wombs
Pray for these men
That brings it home
Place him on the planet of Quarantino
Raise the flag of your brother
Raise the flag of your sister
There with others who chose suicide
Never to return to their suffering
We took a population count on TV
And many returned home to be counted
When her hair started to touch her shoulders
Near the beginnings of the DM Bazaar
When they pulled magically from beads, fine furnishings
The hiding of rare beads and the roll out of stories and love affairs
When they desired the magic of that in between conceptual realm
It was as if magic were that match up, of conceptual thinking with technology
Is that magic she asked? What is magic? She asked of her madness what is magic?